"Humiliating one's self needlessly is just as bad as having too much pride." "Hurry," called Miriam, who was already on the stairs.

"The carriages are here." It was a ridiculously short drive to the gymnasium, but, a fine rain having set in, carriages for one's freshmen guests were a matter of necessity.

Elfreda and her charge occupied seats in the same carriage with Anne and Mildred Taylor, who, in a gown of pink chiffon over pink silk, looked, according to Elfreda, "too sweet to live." "How are you getting along with Miss Atkins ?" asked Grace an hour later, running up and waylaying Elfreda, who was slowly making her way across the gymnasium toward the corner of the room where the big punch bowl of lemonade stood.
"Don't ask me!" returned Elfreda savagely.

"I managed to fill her dance card and supposed everything was lovely.

She dances fairly well.