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Updated: June 26, 2025
I have a letter from Elfreda which I've been keeping as a surprise. There is something in it that you will be glad to know." The "something" was Elfreda's announcement that Miriam had invited her to go to Oakdale for the Easter holidays. "That settles it, Emma, you simply must come home with me!" exclaimed Grace. "You know you delight in J. Elfreda." "I do, I do," solemnly agreed Emma.
"Anne told me last night that the girls in her elocution class are very distant since she came back from New York. It's Elfreda's fault, too. How could she deliberately try to make it hard for a girl like Anne?" A slow flush mounted to Miriam's forehead. She gave Grace a peculiar look. Grace, interpreting the look, exclaimed contritely: "Forgive me, Miriam. I wasn't thinking of you when I spoke."
By the time that the chums had given their order to another waiter, J. Elfreda's luncheon was served and she devoted herself assiduously to it. When Grace and her friends had finished luncheon, however, the stout girl still sat with elbows on the table waiting for a second order of dessert. "Good gracious!" remarked Miriam as they made their way back to their seats. "No wonder J. Elfreda is stout!
Will you look in the top drawer of the chiffonier and see if I put my gold beads in that green box? You know the one I mean." Miriam obediently opened the drawer and taking the beads from the box deftly fastened them about Elfreda's neck. "Grace will be glad to hear of this," she remarked. "May I tell her and Anne?" "Yes," returned Elfreda, "but please don't tell any one else."
A sharp cry from Grace, whose gray eyes had been pensively staring up the street, put an abrupt end to Elfreda's remark. Coming down the street toward the house a bicycle appeared ridden by a youngster in the uniform of a messenger from a world-known telegraph company. Where was he going? Was the telegraphic communication he bore for her?
Grace's face grew radiant when Kathleen told of Elfreda's part in the affair. A great wave of love and tenderness for the one-time stout girl, who had begun her college life at such a disadvantage, swept over her. "Dear old J. Elfreda," she murmured. "What a wonder she is!" "But there is one thing I haven't yet told you," said Kathleen. "You are to create the role of 'Loyalheart' in my play.
She had been tempted to say that Kathleen would be likely to tell tales and spoil the surprise. "I know what you were going to say. You believe she would tell Alberta our plans and spoil the party," was Elfreda's blunt comment. "Well, so do I believe it. Any one can see that." Grace smiled at Elfreda's emphatic statement. "It is wiser not to ask her," she said again.
"She looks like a piece of Dresden china," was Elfreda's remarkable statement to Miriam as the little company, headed by Grace and Tom, made its way to the other side of the station in search of an automobile. "You funny girl," Miriam laughed softly, "what an idea!" "But she does," persisted Elfreda in a low tone. "She's white and pink and fine and and fragile.
Arline had left her to make a call upon Myra Stone, now a senior, and Elfreda and Grace sat side by side on Grace's favorite bench that stood under the giant elm at one end of the campus. "Grace," Elfreda's matter-of-fact tones broke a brief silence that had fallen upon the two young women. "What has happened to hurt you?" Grace started slightly. Her color receded, leaving her very pale.
As the show progressed the audience became more enthusiastic and clamored loudly for encores. Elfreda's imitations provoked continuous laughter, and dainty Arline Thayer, looking not more than seven years old, was a delightful success from her first babyish lisp.
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