"Hurt!" exclaimed three voices in unison.

"Yes, hurt," repeated Elfreda. "The Anarchist isn't half so savage
as she pretends to be. That blood-thirsty manner of hers isn't real.
She puts it on to hide something else."

"But what is it she wishes to hide?" asked Miriam. "Your deductions
are quite beyond us."

"If I knew I'd tell you. I don't pretend to understand her, but I
can see that she isn't as fierce as she seems. Time and I will solve
the riddle, and when we do you'll be the first to hear of it."




CHAPTER VII

GIRLS AND THEIR IDEALS


Directly after her last class the next day, Grace hurried to her
room to change her gown. She looked forward with eager pleasure to
her evening with Mabel Ashe. She was deeply attached to the pretty
senior, who was the best-liked girl in college, and Grace could not
help feeling a trifle proud of Mabel's frank enjoyment of her
society. Anne, knowing Grace was to be away, had accepted an
invitation to go down to Ruth Denton's little room, help her cook
supper, and spend the evening with her.