"It must have been," agreed Miriam Nesbit. "Can you remember how you
looked when you were little, Elfreda?"

"I don't have to tax my brain to remember," answered Elfreda. "Ma
has photographs of me at every age from six months up to date. To
satisfy your curiosity, however," her face hardened until it took on
the stony expression of the new student who had locked Grace out of
her room, "I will state that--"

"The Anarchist! the Anarchist!" exclaimed Ruth and Miriam together.

"What are you two talking about?" asked Ruth Denton.

"About the Anarchist," teased Miriam. "Wait until you see her."

"You have seen her," laughed Grace. "Elfreda just imitated her to
perfection." Thereupon Grace related their recent unpleasant
experience to Arline and Ruth.

"What are you going to do about it?" asked Arline.

"We will see Mrs. Elwood as soon as we return to Wayne Hall, and ask
her to gently, but firmly, request the Anarchist to move elsewhere."

"Why do you call her the Anarchist?" asked Arline.

"Elfreda, please repeat your imitation," requested Miriam, her black
eyes sparkling with fun.

Elfreda complied obediently.