J. Elfreda stared at Anne, her eyes narrowing.
"Do you want to know just what happened to me?" she asked slowly. "Well, I'll tell you three girls about it, because I've got to tell some one and I don't believe you'll spread the story."
"We won't tell anyone," promised Grace.
"How about you two?" asked the stout girl.
"I'll answer for both of us," smiled Anne.
"All right then, I'll tell you. Now remember, you've promised."
The girls nodded.
"Well, it was this way," began Elfreda. "When I left the train I hadn't gone six steps
until two girls walked up to me and asked if I were a freshman. They said they were on the committee to meet and look after the girls who were entering college for the first time. I said that was very kind of them and asked them to show me the way to Ralston House. They picked up my suit cases and we started out. They asked me my name and all sorts of questions and I told them a little about myself," continued the stout girl pompously. "They seemed quite impressed, too. Then one of them said she thought I had better see the registrar before going to Ralston House, for the registrar would be anxious to meet me. They both said I was quite different from the rest of the new girls, and made such a lot of fuss over me that I invited them into that little shop across from the station to have ice cream."
"And then?" asked Miriam.