"Did he materialize?" from Anne.
"What do you think of him?" was Miriam's quick question.
"Come into the living-room and I'll tell you," said Grace. "We won't have much time to talk, though. It is after three o'clock now."
"No; come upstairs to our room," invited Elfreda. "We have a special reason for asking you."
Grace obediently accompanied the three girls upstairs. The first thing that attracted her eye was a tray containing a tall pitcher of fruit lemonade and four glasses. Elfreda stepped to the table and began pouring the lemonade. When she had filled the glasses she handed them, in turn, to each girl. "To our senior year," she said solemnly, raising her glass. "May it be the best of all. Drink her down."
"What a nice idea," smiled Grace as she set down her glass.
"It was Elfreda's proposal," said Miriam. "She made the lemonade, too."
"Then let us drink to her." Grace reached for her glass and Miriam for the pitcher.
"I'll do the honors this time," declared Miriam. "Here's to the Honorable Josephine Elfreda Briggs, expert brewer of lemonade, model roommate and loyal friend."
"Oh, now," protested Elfreda, "what made you spoil everything? I was just beginning to enjoy myself."