"About telling the registrar," faltered Elfreda, unrolling her handkerchief from the ball into which she had rolled it and wiping her eyes.
"I'm so sorry," Grace said with quick sympathy.
"You're not half so sorry as I am," was the tearful retort. "I'll write to Pa and Ma that I want to go home next week. They'll make a fuss, but they'll send for me."
"Are your father and mother very anxious that you should stay here?" asked Miriam.
"A good deal more anxious than I am," responded Elfreda. "Ma picked out Overton for
me long before I left high school. She thinks it the only college going and so does Pa."
"Then, of course, they will be disappointed if you go home without even trying to like college."
"I can't help that," whined Elfreda. "I can't stay here and have the whole college down on me, and that's what will happen. You girls don't know how serious it is."
"I think you had better begin at the beginning and tell us everything," suggested Miriam, a trifle impatiently.
"It was the night of the freshman hop that they began to be so mean," burst forth Elfreda. "I went to the dance with Virginia Gaines, that sophomore who sits next to me at the table."