Anne smiled at this statement. "It is nice to
be liked," she said simply. "That is the way it is with Grace at home."
"I'm not surprised," replied Edith, regarding Grace critically. "She has a fine face. That Miss Nesbit seems nice, too. She is a beauty, isn't she?"
Anne replied happily in the affirmative. To her praise of her two dearest friends was as the sweetest music.
"Shall we dance?" said Edith, rising and offering her arm in her most manly fashion. A moment later the two girls joined the dancers, who were circling the floor with more or less grace to the strains of a waltz.
"What kind of a time are you having?" asked Grace an hour later as she and Miriam met in front of one of the lemonade bowls.
"I'm enjoying it ever so much," was the enthusiastic answer. "I've met a lot of sophomores that I've been wanting to know, and they have been so nice to me. Have you seen Elfreda lately?"
"No," said Grace with a guilty start. "I've been having such a good time I forgot her. Let's go and find her now."
The two began a slow promenade of the room in search of the missing girl. Suddenly Grace clutched her friend's arm. "Look over there, Miriam!" she exclaimed.