"Stop talking about anarchists and talk about rooms," said Anne. "I
must find some place to put my luggage. Besides, time is flying.
Remember, we are to be at Vinton's at half-past six."

"I should say time _was_ flying!" exclaimed Grace, casting a hurried
glance at her watch. "It's ten minutes to six now. It will take us
fifteen minutes to walk to Vinton's. That leaves twenty-five minutes
in which to get ready."

"There is no hope that the trunks will arrive in time for us to
dress," said Miriam positively. "Come into our room and we'll wash
the dust from our hands and faces and do our hair over again."

"All right," agreed Grace, casting a longing glance at the closed
door. "We'll have to put our bags in your room, too. I don't wish to
leave them in the hall for unwary students to stumble over."

"Bring them along," returned Miriam. "No one shall accuse us of
inhospitality."

"I wish Mrs. Elwood were here." Grace looked worried. "We mustn't
stay at Vinton's later than half-past seven o'clock. There are so
many little things to be attended to, as well as the important
question of our room."

Arriving at Vinton's at exactly half-past six o'clock, they found
Arline Thayer and Ruth Denton waiting for them at a table on which
were covers laid for six.