I had the strongest voice in the room and whatever note I sang the rest of the children sang.

It was dreadful," finished Elfreda reminiscently.
"It must have been," agreed Miriam Nesbit.

"Can you remember how you looked when you were little, Elfreda ?" "I don't have to tax my brain to remember," answered Elfreda.

"Ma has photographs of me at every age from six months up to date.

To satisfy your curiosity, however," her face hardened until it took on the stony expression of the new student who had locked Grace out of her room, "I will state that--" "The Anarchist! the Anarchist!" exclaimed Ruth and Miriam together.
"What are you two talking about ?" asked Ruth Denton.
"About the Anarchist," teased Miriam.