straight up and saw me standing here. What will she think of me?"

"You shouldn't be so curious," teased Anne.

"I know it," admitted Grace. "I'm not over curious as a rule. I hope
the tall girl is to room with the Anarchist. She looks capable of
keeping her in order."

"That task will, no doubt, be handed over to you," said Anne, who
had been making rapid progress in unpacking, while Grace had been
occupied in looking over the newcomers. "You'd better get your
unpacking done, so that you'll be ready for it--the task, I mean."

Grace sat down before her trunk with a little impatient sigh. For
the space of an hour the two girls worked rapidly, almost in silence.
Both trunks had been emptied and the greater part of their contents
stored away when the sound of an angry, protesting voice outside the
door caused them to look at each other wonderingly.

"What can have happened?" asked Anne.

Even as Anne spoke a never-to-be-forgotten voice said impressively,
"What you prefer is immaterial to me, I prefer to room alone." The
emphatic closing of a door followed. There was a sound of hurrying
footsteps on the stairs, then all was still.




CHAPTER V