"Not even that," declared Elfreda positively. "I said good-bye to
candy last July. I've lost ten pounds since I went home from school,
and I'm going to haunt the gymnasium every spare moment that I have.
I hope I shall lose ten more; then I'll be down to one hundred and
forty pounds and--" Elfreda stopped.

"And what?" queried Miriam.

"I can make the basketball team," finished Elfreda. "What is going
on in the hall, I wonder?" Stepping to the door she called, "What's
the matter, Grace? Can't you get into your room?"

"Evidently not," laughed Grace. "It is locked. I suppose Mrs. Elwood
locked it to prevent the new girls from straying in and taking
possession."

"H-m-m!" ejaculated Elfreda, walking over to the door and examining
the keyhole. "Your supposition is all wrong, Grace. The door is
locked from the inside. The key is in it."

"Then what--" began Grace.

"Yes, what?" quizzed Elfreda dryly.

"'There was a door to which I had no key,'" quoted Miriam, as she
joined the group.

"Don't tease, Miriam," returned Grace, "even through the medium of
Omar Khayyam. The key is a reality, but there is some one on the