Now, I must go for her highness.

Br--r--" Elfreda shivered, giggled, then gathering up her cloak and gloves switched out the door.
Miriam smiled to herself as she went about gathering up her own effects, then fastening the cluster of yellow rosebuds to the waist of her gown she hurried out into the hall in time to encounter Grace and Anne.
"We are fortunate in that our ladies live under the same roof with us," laughed Anne.
"It certainly saves carriage hire," returned Grace.

"Here comes Elfreda and Miss Atkins.

What on earth is she wearing ?" "I think I'll go for my freshman," said Miriam, her voice quivering suspiciously.
By the time Elfreda and the Anarchist had reached the head of the stairs, the three girls had fled precipitately, unable to control their mirth.

Elfreda's face was set in a solemn expression that defied laughter.