CHAPTER V.
THE ANARCHIST CHOOSES HER ROOMMATE "It's the Anarchist, of course," said Anne, turning to Grace.
"I wonder who she left roomless in the hall this time," speculated Grace.

"Shall we go and see ?" "Do you think we had better ?" hesitated Anne.
"Yes," returned Grace boldly.

"To a certain extent we are responsible for the welfare of the freshmen." Opening the door, she looked up and down the hall.

Then, with a sudden air of resolution, she walked downstairs.

On the oak seat in the hall, looking disconsolately about her, sat the "cunning" freshman that Grace had admired.