We ought to be at Wayne Hall by eight o'clock.
You know the Herculean labor I have before me." "Herculean labor is a good name for our coming task," chuckled Anne.
"The Anarchist will make Wayne Hall resound with her vengeful cries when she is thrust out of the room with all her possessions." Jesting light-heartedly over the coming encounter, the diners strolled out of Vinton's and down College Street in the direction of the campus.
Arline was the first to leave them.

Her good night to the four girls from Wayne Hall was cordial in the extreme, but to Ruth she was almost distant.

A little later on they said good night to Ruth, who looked ready to cry.
"Cheer up," comforted Grace, who was walking with Ruth.

"Arline will be all right to-morrow." "I hope so," responded Ruth mournfully.

"I did not mean to make her angry, only there are some things of which I cannot speak to any one." "I understand," rejoined Grace, wondering what Ruth's secret cross was.
"Good night, Ruth." Elfreda, Miriam and Anne bade Ruth goodnight in turn.
"Now, for the tug of war," declared Elfreda as they hurried up the steps of Wayne Hall.