"I inquired with deferential politeness if Miss Atkins were busy.

Then the Anarchist looked up from her book, glared like a lion, straightened her eyebrows and said in that awful voice she owns, 'Did you wish to speak to me ?'" Elfreda unconsciously imitated the belligerent freshman.

Her audience giggled appreciatively.
"I replied in my most impressive English that I did wish to do that very thing," continued Elfreda.

"Then I inquired tactfully if I was too late with my invitation to the sophomore dance.

Without giving her time to answer I put in my application for the position of escort.
Then"-- Elfreda paused, a slight flush rose to her round face, "then she looked me in the eye and told me a deliberate untruth.