"I slept too soundly even to dream." "I dreamed that I went into the registrar's office to get my chapel card," began Elfreda impressively.

"When she handed it to me it was three times larger than the others.

On it in big red letters was printed, 'The Anarchist, Her Card.' I thought I handed it back to her and tried to explain that I wasn't an anarchist because I had neither bushy eyebrows nor a scowl.

She just sat and glared at me, saying over and over, 'Look in your mirror, look in your mirror,' until I grew so angry I threw the card at her.

It hit her and she fell backward.