Facing them stood a young woman no taller than Anne, whose heavy eyebrows met in a straight line, and who looked ready for battle at the first word.
"Will you kindly explain the reason for this tumult ?" she asked in a freezing voice.
"We were rather noisy," admitted Grace, "but we did not understand why the door should be locked from the inside." "Is it necessary that you should know ?" asked the black-browed girl severely.
Grace's clear-cut face flushed.

"I think we are talking at cross purposes," she said quietly.

"The room you are using belongs to my friend Anne Pierson and to me.

During our freshman year it was ours, and when we left here last June it was with the understanding that we should have it again on our return to Overton." "I know nothing of any such arrangement," returned the other girl crossly.

"The room pleases me, consequently I shall retain it.