That is, we think she is the future president and we hope to make others think so, too." Ruth obediently went to the closet where her plain little hat and shabby, old-style coat hung.

She looked hesitatingly from the smartly tailored suits of her guests to her own well-worn coat, then with a proud little lifting of her head, she took it down and began putting it on.
During their walk to Morton House the girls met several freshmen they knew, and these were faithfully interviewed as to their preference in the matter of 19----'s president.

To Grace's delight none of them had made any choice in regard to candidates, so her glowing remarks as to Gertrude Wells's ability to make a good president fell on fertile soil.
Fortune favored them, for when they reached Morton House they found Miss Wells out and two-thirds of the girls downstairs in the living room listening to the new songs that the curly-haired little girl at the piano had received from New York the day before.

She was in the middle of one when the girls entered the room.

Grace held up a warning finger and pointed to the piano.
The song ended several notes short and the little girl turned her head toward her audience, saying, "I knew some one came in." "Won't you sing for us ?" asked Anne, who loved music.