"That's two from Wayne Hall," counted Anne. "There are two freshmen
left."

"One of us could invite that nice tall girl, Miss Evans," planned
Grace. "That leaves only one girl uninvited." She hesitated. Her
three friends read the meaning of the hesitation. Elfreda sprang
loyally into the breach.

"I'll ask Miss Atkins," she declared stoutly. "You notice, don't
you, that I am not addressing her by her pet name? I'll conduct her
to the reception and back, if she'll accept my manly arm, and buy her
flowers into the bargain. So go ahead and invite Miss Evans, Grace."

"J. Elfreda Briggs, you can never manage that Miss Atkins,"
protested Miriam. "In the first place, she won't accept you as an
escort, and if she should happen to do so, it will be a sorry evening
for you."

"I'll take the risk," replied Elfreda confidently. "I managed her
once before, didn't I? You girls go ahead and invite the others.
Leave Miss Atkins to me. I'll escort her in triumph to the reception,
or perish gallantly in the attempt."

"Do you really believe she will accept your invitation, Elfreda?"
asked Grace doubtfully.

"I can tell you better after I have asked her," was Elfreda's
flippant retort. "I have an idea that she will feel dreadfully hurt
if no one asks her to go."