CHAPTER VI.
ELFREDA MAKES A RASH PROMISE "How does it feel to be a senior, Mabel ?" questioned Miriam Nesbit, glancing smilingly over where Mabel Ashe, gowned smartly in white, her brown eyes dancing with interest in what went on about her, sat eating her dessert, and obligingly trying to answer half a dozen questions at once.
The seven other girls at the table looked expectantly at the pretty senior, who was their hostess at a dinner given by her at Martell's that Saturday evening.
"Oh, just the same as it did last year," she replied lightly.

"I feel vastly older and a shade more responsible.

To tell you the truth, I hate to think about it.

I don't know how I am ever going to get along without Overton.

I think I shall have to disguise myself and come back next year as a freshman; then I could do the whole four years over again." "The question is, What are we going to do next year without you ?" remarked Grace mournfully.
"Let us forget all about it," advised Mabel.