other side of that door who doesn't belong there. Whether she is not
aware that she is a trespasser I do not know. However, we shall soon
learn." Grace rapped determinedly on one of the upper panels of the
door.

"I'll help you," volunteered Elfreda.

"And I," agreed Anne.

"My services are needed, too," said Miriam Nesbit.

Four fists pounded energetically on the door. There was an
exclamation, the sound of hasty steps, the turning of a key in the
lock, and the door was flung open. Facing them stood a young woman
no taller than Anne, whose heavy eyebrows met in a straight line, and
who looked ready for battle at the first word.

"Will you kindly explain the reason for this tumult?" she asked in
a freezing voice.

"We were rather noisy," admitted Grace, "but we did not understand
why the door should be locked from the inside."

"Is it necessary that you should know?" asked the black-browed girl
severely.

Grace's clear-cut face flushed. "I think we are talking at cross
purposes," she said quietly. "The room you are using belongs to my
friend Anne Pierson and to me. During our freshman year it was ours,
and when we left here last June it was with the understanding that