 Chapter 1 of Grace Harlow's sophomore year at high school. This is the LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Christine Blashford. Grace Harlow's sophomore year at high school by Jesse Graham Flower. Chapter 1. A Declaration of War. And you will never learn to do a side-volt that way. Let me show you, exclaimed Grace Harlow. The gymnasium was full of high school girls, and a very busy and interesting picture they made, running, leaping, vaulting, passing the medicine ball, and practicing on the rings. In one corner, a class was in progress, the physical culture instructor calling out her orders like an officer on parade. The four girl chums had grown somewhat taller than when last seen, a rich summer vacation tan had browned their faces, and Nora O'Malley's tip-tilted Irish nose was dotted with freckles. All four were dressed in gymnasium suits of dark blue, and across the front of each blouse in letters of sky blue were the initials OHSS, which stood for Oakdale High School Sophomore. They were rather proud of these initials, perhaps because the lettering was still too recent to have lost its novelty. Never mind, replied Anne Pearson, I don't believe I shall ever learn it, but thank goodness vaulting isn't entirely necessary to human happiness. Thank goodness it isn't, observed Jessica, who never really enjoyed gymnasium work. It is to mind protested Grace glowing with exercise and enthusiasm. If I couldn't do every one of these stunts I should certainly lie awake at night grieving over it. She gave a joyous laugh as she vaulted over the wooden horses easily and gracefully as an acrobat. I'd much rather dance, replied Anne, ever since Mrs. Grace Christmas party I've wanted to learn. Why, Anne, replied Grace, I had forgotten that you don't dance. I'll give you a lesson at once, but you must first learn to waltz, then all other dancing will be easy. Just watch me while I show you the step, Grace continued. Now you try it while I count for you. One, two, three, one, two, three, that's right, just keep on practising until you are sure of yourself. Then, if Jessica will play for us, I'll waltz with you. With pleasure, said Jessica, Anne must learn to waltz. Her education in dancing mustn't be neglected another minute. Anne patiently practised the step while Jessica played a very slow waltz on the piano, and Grace counted for Anne. Then the two girls danced together, and under Grace's guidance Anne found waltzing wasn't half as hard as she had imagined it would be. By this time the gymnasium was almost empty, the class in physical culture had been dismissed, and the girls belonging to it had withdrawn to the locker rooms to dress and go home. The four girl chums were practically alone. I do wish the rest of the basketball team would put in an appearance, said Grace, as she and Anne stopped to rest. We need every minute we can get for practice. The opening game is so very near, and it's really difficult to get the gymnasium now, for the juniors seem to consider it their special possession. One would think they had leased it for the season. They are awfully mean, I think, said Nora O'Malley. They weren't at all nice to us last year when we were freshmen and they were sophomores. Even the dignity of being juniors doesn't seem to improve them any. They are just as hateful as ever. Most of the juniors are really nice girls, but it is due to Julia Crosby that they behave so badly, said Jessica Bright thoughtfully. She leads them into all kinds of mischief. She is a born troublemaker. She is one of the rudest girls I've ever known, remarked Nora, with emphasis, how Miriam Nesbitt can tolerate her is more than I can see. Well, said Grace, it is hardly a case of toleration. Miriam seems really fond of her. Hush, said Anne, who had been silently listening to the conversation. Here comes the rest of the team, and Miriam is with them. Readers of the preceding volume of this series, Grace Harlow's plebeia at high school, need no introduction to Grace Harlow and her girl chums. In that volume was narrated the race for the freshman prize, so generously offered each year by Mrs. Gray, sponsor of the freshman class, and the efforts of Miriam Nesbitt, aided by the disagreeable teacher of algebra, Miss Lease, to ruin the career of Anne Pearson, the brightest pupil of Oakdale High School. Through the loyalty and cleverness of Grace and her friends, the plot was brought to light and Anne was vindicated. Many, and varied, were the experiences which fell to the lot of the high school girls, the encounter with an imposter, masquerading as Mrs. Gray's nephew, Tom Gray, the escape from wolves in Upton Woods, and Mrs. Gray's Christmas ball proved exciting additions to the routine of schoolwork. The contest between Grace and Miriam Nesbitt for the basketball captaincy, resulting in Grace's subsequent election, was also one of the interesting features of the freshman year. The beginning of the sophomore year found Miriam Nesbitt in a most unpleasant frame of mind toward Grace and her friends. The loss of the basketball captaincy had been a severe blow to Miriam's pride, and she could not forgive Grace her popularity. As she walked across the gymnasium, followed by the other members of her team, her face wore a sullen expression which deepened as her eyes rested upon Grace, and she nodded very stiffly to the young captain. Grace, fully aware of the coldness of Miriam's salutation, returned it as courteously as though Miriam had been one of her particular friends. Long before this, Grace had made up her mind to treat Miriam as though nothing disagreeable had ever happened. There was no use in holding a grudge. If Miriam once realizes that we are willing to overlook some things which happened last year, Grace had confided to Anne, perhaps her better self will come to the surface. I am sure she has a better self, only she has never given it a chance to develop. Anne did not feel quite so positive as to the existence of Miriam's better self, but agreed with Grace because she adored her. The entire team, having assembled, Grace lost no time in assigning the players to their various positions. Miriam, will you play one of the forwards, she asked? Who is going to play centre? queried Miriam, ignoring Grace's questions. Why, the girls have asked me to play, replied Grace. If I cannot play centre, announced Miriam, shrugging her shoulders, I shall play nothing. A sudden silence fell upon the group of girls, who, amazed at Miriam's rudeness, awaited Grace's answer. Stifling her desire to retort sharply, Grace said, Why, Miriam, I didn't know you felt that way about it. Certainly you may play centre if you wish to. I am sure I don't wish to seem selfish. This was too much for Nora O'Malley, who deeply resented Miriam's attitude toward Grace. We want our captain for centre, she said. Don't we girls? Yes, chorus the girls. It was a humiliating moment for proud Miriam. Grace realised this, and felt equally embarrassed at their outspoken preference. Then Miriam said with a contemptuous laugh, Really, Miss Harlow, I congratulate you upon your loyal support. It's a good thing to have friends at court. However, it is immaterial to me what position I play, for I am not particularly enthusiastic over basketball. The juniors are sure to win at any rate. A flush mounted to Grace's cheeks at Miriam's insulting words. Controlling her anger, she said quietly, Very well, I will play centre. Then she rapidly named the other players. The last formality having been disposed of, the team lined up for practice. Soon the game was at its height. Miriam, in the excitement of the play, forgot her recently avowed indifference toward basketball, and went to work with all the skill and activity she possessed. The basketball team, during its infancy in the freshman class, had given splendid promise of future fame. Grace felt proud of her players as she stopped for a moment to watch their agile movements and spirited work. Surely the juniors would have to look out for their laurels this year. Her blood quickened at thought of the coming contests, which were to take place during the course of the winter between the two class teams. There were to be three games that season, and the Sophomores had made up their minds to win all of them. What if the junior team were a famous one, and had won victory after victory the year before, over all other class teams? The Sophomores resolved to be famous too. In fact, all of Grace's hopes were centred on the coming season. Napoleon himself could not have been more eager for victory. We must just make up our minds to work, girls, she exhorted her friends. I would rather beat those juniors than take a trip to Europe. Nor was she alone in her desire. The other girls were just as eager to overthrow the victorious juniors. It was evident so strong was the feeling in the class that something more than a sense of sport had stirred them to this degree of rivalry. The former freshman class had many scores against the present juniors. As Sophomores, the winter before, they had never missed an opportunity to annoy and irritate the freshman in a hundred disagreeable ways. The black monks of Asia still rankled in their memories. Moreover, was not Julia Crosby, the junior captain. She was the same as Chevious Sophomore who had created so much havoc at the Christmas ball. She was always playing unkind practical jokes on other people. It is true she was an intimate and close friend of Miriam Nesbit, but they all were aware that Miriam was a law and to herself, and none of them had ever attempted to explain certain doings of hers in connection with Julia Crosby and her friends during the freshman year. Grace's mind was busy with these thoughts when the door of the gymnasium opened noisily. There was a whoop followed by cries and calls, and in rushed the junior players, most of them dressed in gymnasium suits. Julia Crosby, at their head, had come with so much force that she now slid halfway across the room, landing right in the midst of the Sophomores. I beg your pardon, said Grace, who had been almost knocked down by the encounter. I suppose you did not notice us, but you see now that we are in the midst of practicing. The gym is ours for the afternoon. Julia Crosby looked at her insolently and laughed. How irritating that laugh had always been to the rival class of younger girls. It had a dozen different shades of meaning in it, a nasty, condescending, contemptuous laugh, Grace thought, and such qualities had no right to be put in a laugh at all, since laughing is meant to show pleasure and nothing else. But Julia Crosby always laughed at the wrong time, especially when there was nothing at which to laugh. Who said the gym was yours for the afternoon, she asked. Miss Thompson said so, answered Grace. I asked her this morning, and she gave us permission, as she did to you last Monday, when the boys were all out at the football grounds. Have you written permission?" asked Julia Crosby, laughing again, so disagreeably that hot-headed Nora was obliged to turn away to keep from saying something unworthy of herself. No, answered Grace, endeavouring to be calm under these trying circumstances, but her voice trembling nevertheless with anger. No, I have no written permission, and you had none last Monday. You know as well as I do that the boys' principal is willing to lend us the gym as often as we like during football season when it is not much in use, and that Miss Thompson tries to divide the time as evenly as possible among the girls. I don't know anything about that, Miss Harlow, said Julia Crosby, but I do know that you and your team will have to give up the gymnasium at once, because our team is in a hurry to begin practising. Then a great chattering arose. Every sophomore there, except Miriam Nesbit, raised a protesting voice. Grace held up her hand for silence, then summoning all her dignity, she turned to Julia Crosby. Miss Crosby, she said, you have evidently made a mistake. We have had permission to use the gymnasium this afternoon, which I feel sure you have not had. It was neither polite nor kind to break in upon us as you did, and the least you can do is to go away quietly without interrupting us further. Really, Miss Harlow, said Julia Crosby, and again her tantalising laugh rang out, you are entirely too hasty in your supposition. As it happens I have the best right in the world to bring my team to the gym this afternoon, so little folks, looking from one sophomore to another in a way that was fairly maddening, run away and play somewhere else. Miss Crosby cried Grace, now thoroughly angry, I insist on knowing from whom you received permission. It was not granted by Miss Thompson. Oh, I did not stop at Miss Thompson's. I went to a higher authority. Mr. Cole, the boy's principal, gave me a written permission. Here it is. Do you care to read it? And Julia thrust the offending paper before Grace's eyes. This was the last straw. Grace dashed the paper to the floor and turned with flashing eyes to her tormentor. Miss Crosby, she said, if Professor Cole had known that Miss Thompson had given me permission to use the gymnasium, he would never have given you this paper. You obtained it by a trick, which is your usual method of gaining your ends. But I want you to understand that the sophomore class will not tamely submit to such impositions. We evened our score with you as freshmen, and we shall do it again this year as sophomores. Furthermore, we mean to win every basketball game of the series, for we should consider being beaten by the juniors the deepest possible disgrace. I regret that we have agreed to play against an unworthy foe. With her head held high, Grace walked from the gymnasium, followed by the other members of her team, who were too indignant to notice that Miriam had remained behind. Chapter 2 The Way of the Transgressor Once outside the gymnasium, Grace's dignity forsook her, and she felt a wild desire to kick and scream like a small child. The contemptible conduct of the junior team filled her with just rage. With a great effort at self-control, she turned to the other girls who were holding an indignation meeting in the corridor. Girls, she said, I know just how you feel about this, and if we had been boys, there would have been a hand-to-hand conflict in the gymnasium today. I wish we hadn't given in, said Nora, almost sobbing with anger. There was really nothing else to do, said Anne. It is better to retire with dignity than to indulge in a free-for-all fight. Yes, responded Grace, it is. But when that insufferable Julia Crosby poked Professor Cole's permit under my nose, I felt like taking her by the shoulders and shaking her. What those juniors need is a good sound thrashing. That being utterly out of the question, the only thing to do is to whitewash them at Three cheers for the valiant sophomore, cried Nora, on to victory down with juniors. The cheers were given with a will, and by common consent the crowd of girls moved on down the corridor that led to the locker room. The sophomore locker room was the particular rendezvous of that class in general. Here matters of state were discussed, class gossip retailed, and class friendships cemented. It was, in reality, a sort of club room and dear to the heart of every girl in the class. To the girls in their present state of mind it seemed the only place to go. They seated themselves on the benches and Grace took the floor. Attention fellow citizens and basketball artists, she called. Do you solemnly promise to exert yourselves to the utmost to repay the juniors for this afternoon's work? We do, was the answer. And will you pledge your sacred honour to whip the juniors, no matter what happens? We will, responded the girls. Anne called Grace. You and Jessica are not players, but you can pledge your loyalty to the team anyhow. I want you to be in this too. Hold up your right hands. We will be loyal, said both girls, holding up their right hands, laughing, meanwhile, at Grace's serious expression. Now, said Grace, I feel better. As long as we can't get the actual practice this afternoon, let's lay out a course of action at any rate, and arrange our secret signals. Dern cried the girls, and soon they were deep in the mysteries of secret plays and signs. Grace explained the game to Anne, who did not incline towards athletics, and had had little previous opportunity to enjoy them. Anne, eager to learn for Grace's sake, became interested on her own account, and soon mastered the main points of the game. Here is a list of the secret signals, Anne, said Grace. Study it carefully and learn it by heart, then you will understand every move our team makes during the coming games. I expect you to become an enthusiastic fan. Anne thanked her, and put the paper in her purse, little dreaming how much unhappiness that same paper was to cause her. The business of the afternoon having been disposed of, the girls donned street clothing and left the building, schoolgirl fashion, in groups of twos and threes. On the way out, they encountered several of the victorious juniors who managed to make their presence felt. Oh, said Nora O'Malley, those girls ought to be suppressed. Never mind, put in Anne. You know the way of the transgressor is hard, perhaps those juniors will get what they deserve yet. Not much danger of it, they're too tricky, said Jessica, contemptuously. Anne's prophecy was to be fulfilled, however, in a most unexpected manner. There had been one unnoticed spectator of the recent quarrel between the two classes. This was the teacher of physical culture, Miss Cain, who had returned to the gymnasium for a moment, arriving just in time to witness the whole scene. She, too, had had trouble at various times with the junior class, particularly Julia Crosby, who invariably tried her patience severely. She had been heard to pronounce them the most unruly class she had ever attempted to instruct. Therefore, her sympathies were with the retreating sophomores, and with set lips and righteous indignation in her eye, she resolved to lay the matter before Miss Thompson at the earliest opportunity. Miss Thompson listened the next day with considerable surprise to Miss Cain's account of the affair. No one knew the mischievous tendencies of the juniors better than did the principal. Ordinary mischief she could forgive, but this was overstepping all bounds. She had given the sophomore class permission to use the gymnasium for the afternoon, and no other class had the least right to take the matter over her head. She knew that Professor Cole was entirely innocent of the deception practiced upon him, so she resolved to say nothing to him, but deal with the junior team as she deemed best. One thing was certain, they should receive their just desserts. Miss Thompson's face, usually calm and serene, wore an expression of great sternness as she faced the assembled classes in the study-hall the following morning. The girls looked apprehensively at each other, wondering what was about to happen. When their beloved principal looked like that, there was trouble brewing for someone. Miss Thompson, though a strict disciplinarian, was seldom angry. She was both patient and reasonable in her dealings with the pupils under her supervision, and had their utmost confidence and respect. To incur her displeasure, one must commit a serious offence. Each girl searched her mind for possible delinquencies. There was absolute silence in the great room, then the principal spoke. I must ask the undivided attention of every girl in this room as what I am about to say relates in a measure to all of you. There are four classes representing four divisions of high school work assembled here this morning. Each one must be passed through before the desired goal, graduation, is reached. The standard of each class, from freshmen to seniors, should be honor. I have been very proud of my girls, because I believe that they would be able to live up to that standard. However, it seems that some of them have yet to learn the meaning of the word. Miss Thompson paused. Nora cast a significant look toward Jessica, who sat directly opposite her, while Julia Crosby fidgeted nervously in her seat, and felt suddenly ill at ease. Good-natured rivalry between classes, continued Miss Thompson, has always been encouraged, but ill-natured trickery is to be deplored. A matter has come to my ears, which makes it necessary for me to put down with an iron hand anything resembling such an evil. You are all aware that I have been very willing to grant the use of the gymnasium to the various teams for basketball practice, and have tried to divide up the time as evenly as possible. Two days ago I gave the members of the sophomore team permission to use the gymnasium for practice. No other team had any right whatever to disturb them, yet I understand that another team did commit that breach of class etiquette, drove the rightful possessors from the room, and occupied it for the remainder of the afternoon. The report brought to me says that the young women of the sophomore team conducted themselves with dignity during a most trying situation. Miss Thompson turned suddenly toward the junior section. The members of the junior basketball team will please rise, she said sternly. There was a subdued murmur throughout the section, then one after another, with the exception of Julia Crosby, the girl's rose. Miss Crosby said the principal in a tone that brooked no delay, rise at once. I expect instant obedience from every people in this school. Julia sulkily rose to her feet. Miss Crosby continued Miss Thompson, are you not the captain of the junior team? Yes, answered Julia defiantly. Did you go to Professor Cole for permission to use the gymnasium last Thursday? Yes. Why did you not come to me? Julia hung her head and made no reply. I will tell you the reason Miss Crosby said the principal. You already knew that permission had been granted the sophomore team, did you not? Yes, said Julia very faintly. Very well. You are guilty of two serious misdemeanors. You purposely misrepresented matters to Professor Cole, and deliberately put aside my authority, not to mention the unwombly way in which you behaved toward the sophomore team. Every girl who aided and abetted you in this is equally guilty. Therefore you will all learn and recite to me an extra page in history every day for two weeks. The use of the gymnasium will be prohibited you for the same length of time, and if such a thing ever again occurs the culprits will be suspended without delay. You may be seated. The day's juniors sank limply into their seats. The tables had been turned upon them with a vengeance. A page of history a day was bad enough, but the loss of the gymnasium privilege was worse. The opening game was only two weeks off and they needed practice. Julia Crosby put her head down on her desk and wept tears of rage and mortification. The rest of the girls looked ready to cry too. The first bell for classes sounded, and the girls picked up their books. At the second bell they filed out through the corridor to their various recitation rooms. As Grace, who had stopped to look for a lost pencil, hurried toward the geometry classroom, she passed Julia Crosby, who was moping along, wiping her eyes with her handkerchief. Julia cast an angry glance at Grace in his tale-bearer. Grace, inwardly smarting at the unjust accusation, walked on without answering. What did I tell you about the way of the transgressor, said Ann to Grace, as they walked home from school that day? It certainly is hard enough this time, said Grace, but she added, as she thought of Julia Crosby's recent accusation, the way of the righteous isn't always easy. CHAPTER III. A GENERUS APPEAL The juniors themselves hardly felt the weight of their punishment more than did Grace Harlow. Her heart was set on winning every basketball game of the series, but she wished to win fairly and honestly. Now that the juniors had been forbidden the use of the gymnasium, the sophomores might practice there to their heart's content. But was that fair? To be sure the juniors had deserved their punishments, but what kind of basketball could they play after having had no practice for two weeks? Besides Julia Crosby blamed her for telling what had occurred in the gymnasium, she had gone to Julia, earnestly avowing innocence, but Julia had only laughed at her and refused to listen. All this passed rapidly through Grace's mind as she walked toward the high school several mornings later. Something must be done, but what she hardly knew. The game could be postponed, but Grace felt that the other girls would not care to postpone it. They were heartily glad that the junior team had come to grief and showed no sympathy for them. There's just one thing to be done, said Grace to herself, and that's to go to Miss Thompson and ask her to restore the juniors their privilege. I hate to do it. She was so angry with them, but I'll do what I can anyway. Here goes. Miss Thompson was in her office when Grace entered rather timidly, seating herself on the oak settee until the principal should find time to talk with her. Well, Grace, what can I do for you? said Miss Thompson, looking up smilingly at the young girl. You look as though you carried the cares of the world upon your shoulders this morning. Not quite all of them, but I have a few special ones that are bothering me, replied Grace. Then, after a moment's hesitation, she said, Miss Thompson, won't you please restore the juniors their gymnasium privilege? Miss Thompson regarded Grace searchingly. What a peculiar request to make, Grace. Don't you consider the junior's punishment a just one? Yes, said Grace earnestly. I do, but this is the whole trouble. The first basketball game between the juniors and the sophomore's is scheduled to take place in less than two weeks. If the juniors do not practice, they will play badly, and we shall beat them. We hope to win at any rate, but we want to feel that they have had the same chances that we have had. If they do fail, they will say it was because they had no opportunity for practice. That will take all the sweetness out of the victory for us. I think I see, said Miss Thompson, smiling a little. It is a case of the innocent suffering with the guilty, isn't it? Personally, I hardly feel like restoring these bad children to favour, as they sadly needed a lesson. But since you take the matter so seriously to heart, I suppose I must say yes. Thank you so much, dear Miss Thompson, said Grace, with shining eyes. And now I want to ask one more favour. Julia Crosby believes that I reported her to you that day. Of course, you know that I did not. Will you please tell her so? Her accusation has made me very unhappy. Miss Thompson looked to trifle stern. Yes, Grace, she said. I will attend to that, too. Grace turned to go. But Miss Thompson said, Wait a moment, Grace. I will send for Miss Crosby. Julia Crosby heard the summons with dismay. She wondered what Miss Thompson could have to say to her. The principal's reprimand had been so severe that even mischievous Julia felt obliged to go softly. Another performance like the last might cut short her high school career. So she let the sophomore severely alone. She was therefore surprised on entering the office to meet Grace Harlow face to face. Miss Crosby, said Miss Thompson coldly, Miss Harlow has just asked me to restore the junior team their gymnasium privilege. Had any other girl asked this favour, I should have refused her. But Miss Harlow, in spite of the shabby way in which she has been treated, is generous enough to overlook the past, and begs that you be given another chance. It is only for her sake that I grant it. Also, Miss Crosby, I received no information from Miss Harlow or any of her team regarding your recent rude conduct in the gymnasium. The report came from an entirely different source. You may go, but first you may apologise to Miss Harlow and thank her for what she has done. With a very poor Grace, Julia mumbled a few words of apology and thanks and hurried from the room. The principal looked after her and shook her head, then turning to Grace, she asked, Well, Grace, are you satisfied? Grace thanked her again, and with a light heart, sped towards the study hall. Once more, she could look forward to the coming game with pleasant anticipations. Julia Crosby had already informed the junior players of the rise in their fallen fortunes. When school was over, they gathered about their leader to hear the story. Now, Julia, if possible, felt more bitter toward Grace than formerly. It galled her to be compelled to accept anything from Grace's hands, and she did not intend to let any more of the truth be known than she could help. This was too good an opportunity to gain popularity to let slip through her fingers. So she put on a mysterious expression and said, Now, see here, girls, I got you into all that trouble, and I made up my mind to get you out again. Just go ahead and practice for all your worth, and don't worry about how it all happened. Well, said Alice White, it was awfully brave of you to go to Miss Thompson, even if you are too modest to tell of it, wasn't it, girls? Yes, chorused the team, three cheers for our brave captain. Julia, fairly dazzled at her own popularity, smiled a smile of intense satisfaction. She had produced exactly the impression that she'd wished. What on earth are those juniors making such a fuss about, inquired Nora O'Malley, as the four chums strolled across the campus toward the gate. The junior team, headed by Julia, was coming down the walk talking at the top of their voices. Nothing of any importance, you may be sure, said Jessica Bright. Shallow brooks babble loudest, you know. They seemed to be babbling over Julia Crosby just now, said Anne, who had been curiously watching the jubilant juniors. No doubt she has just unfolded some new scheme, said Nora sarcastically, that will be practiced on the self and was at the first opportunity. Doesn't it seem strange, said Grace, who had hitherto offered no comments, that we must always be at sixes and sevens with the juniors. Such a spirit never existed between classes before. I wonder how it will all end. Don't worry, you dear head over those girls, Grace, said Anne, patting Grace's hand. They aren't worth it. Oh, look, girls, exclaimed Nora suddenly. There's David, nesbit, and he's coming this way. I haven't seen him for an age. Good afternoon, girls, said David, lifting his cap. It is indeed a pleasure to see you. Why, David, said Grace, you are quite a stranger. Where have you been keeping yourself? Anne also looked her pleasure at seeing her old friend. I have been very, very busy with some important business of my own, said David, in a mock pompous tone. Then he announced, I am going to give a party, and I am going to invite all of you. Will you come? We will, cried Nora, dressed in our costliest raiment at that. Never mind about the fine clothes, said David, laughing. This is to be a plain, everyday affair. Who else has invited David? asked Jessica. Only one other girl beside yourselves has had the honor of receiving an invitation. Miriam queried Grace, unable to conceal a shade of disappointment in her tongue. No, no, not Miriam, answered Miriam's brother. Grace looked relieved. If Miriam joined the party, something unpleasant was sure to happen. Miriam treasured a spite against Anne for winning the freshman prize, and never treated her with civility when they chanced to meet. Grace knew, too, that Miriam's attitude toward her was equally hostile. She wondered if David knew all these things about his sister. Whatever he did know of Miriam and her deep-laid plans and schemes, he divulged to no one. None of the girls had ever heard him say a word against his sister, although they felt that he deeply disapproved of her jealousy and false pride. You haven't guessed her name yet, Smild David. She is one of my best friends, girls. She has been my sweetheart ever since I was a young man of five. She is one of the prettiest girls in Oakdale. She is sixty years young, and her name is Dear Mrs. Gray of course, exclaimed Grace delightedly. And has she accepted your invitation, asked Anne? She has, replied David, and will come in her coach and four, or rather her carriage and two. Your ordinary mortals will be obliged to walk, I fear. But why does she use her coach and four when she lives in the palace just next door, Rhyme Nora? Very good, my child, come into David. However, what I was about to say was this. My party is not to be in a house. It is an open-air party. We are to meet at the omnibus house tomorrow afternoon at four o'clock. Two very distinguished gentlemen have also been invited, Mr. Reddy Brooks and Mr. Hippie Wingate. A shout of laughter went up from the girls. Distinguished indeed, cried Nora, it will be a delightful party, I'm sure. Shall we bring food for Hippie? No, laughed David. Let him eat the apples he finds on the ground. If we feed him on every festive occasion, he will soon be too fat to walk, and we shall have to roll him about on casters. What a terrible fate, said Anne, smiling. Well, girls, do you promise to attend? Yes, indeed, cried the four girls. Be sure not to surprise us with a disappointment. The main thing is not to disappoint you with the surprise, were his parting words. If all boys were as nice as David, the world would be a better place, exclaimed Grace. I suppose you can guess what the object of this party is. Never mind, don't mention it, Sir Jessica, in a low tone. Here come some other girls, and if they knew what we know, there would be a multitude instead of a select private party at the omnibus house tomorrow. End of Chapter 3 Chapter 4 of Grace Harlow's Sophomore Year at High School This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Christine Blashford Grace Harlow's Sophomore Year at High School by Jesse Gray & Flower Chapter 4 An Unfortunate Aviator It was an unusual entertainment that David had provided for his little circle of intimate friends in the old orchard surrounding the omnibus house. There was a look of intense excitement in his eyes as he stood awaiting his guests the following afternoon. Mrs. Gray had already arrived, and leaving her carriage to wait for her near the entrance, now stood by David and helped him receive. It's good to see all my children together again, she exclaimed, giving Anna gentle hug, for ever since her Christmas house-party she had acquired a sort of proprietary feeling towards these young people. I only wish Tom Gray were to be with us today. I should like him to have a share in the surprise, for you may be sure there is to be a surprise. David would never have asked us to this lonely place for nothing. David is a good old reliable Mrs. Gray, cried hippy, certainly if I had imagined for a moment that he would disappoint us, I never should have dragged my slight frame all this distance. Good loyal old hippy, replied David. The surprise is ready, but even if it had not been, there is no excuse so beneficial to stout people as walking. Well, bring it on, bring it on, exclaimed Reddy. We are waiting patiently. Curb your impatient, sorrel top, said David. Just follow me and see what I have to show you. They helped little Mrs. Gray, who was nimble in spite of her years, throw a broken gap in the wall of the omnibus house. The old ruin was more picturesque than ever in its cloak of five-leafed ivy, which the autumn had touched with red and gold. A lean-to had been built against the back wall of the building, fitted with a stout door on the inside, and a pair of doors on the outside. I rented this plot of land from the farmer who owns the orchard, explained David, taking a key from his pocket and opening the door in a stone wall. This was about the best place I could think of for experiments, partly because it's such a lonesome place, and partly because there is a clear open space of several hundred yards back here without a tree or bush on it. It was dark inside until he had opened the double doors in the opposite wall, when the slanting light showed them an aeroplane, not a little gymnasium model this time, but a full-fledged flying machine, a trim and graceful object, even at close view. David cried angrily, You don't mean to say you've gone and done it at last? I have, answered David gravely, and I've made two trips with pretty good success each time. Then everyone talked at once, David was the hero of the hour. David, my dear boy, cried Mrs. Gray, to think that I should live to see you an aviator. I'm a long way from being one yet, Mrs. Gray, answered David. My bird doesn't always care to fly. There are times when she'd rather stay in her nest with her wings folded. Of course, I haven't nearly perfected her yet, so I don't want it mentioned in town until I get things in shape. But I couldn't wait until then to show it to you, my dear friends, because you were all interested in it last year. Well, well, come on and fly, cried hippie. My heart is palpitating so with excitement that I am afraid it will beat once too often if something doesn't happen. I was waiting for my helper, answered David, but he appears to be late. You boys will do as well. Who is your helper, David? asked Anne. You could never guess, he replied, smiling, so I'll have to tell you. It's old John, the hunter. Why, the dear old thing, cried Grace, to think of him leaving his uncivilized state to do anything so utterly civilized and modern as to help with a flying machine. And he does it well, too, went on David. He is not only thoroughly interested, but he keeps guard out here in case anyone should try to break in. There are his cot and things in the corner. He sleeps in the open unless it rains, then he sleeps inside. As the old hunter did not put in an appearance, David decided to wait no longer. Why can't we all help? asked Grace. What must we do? Please tell us. All right, answered David. Just give it a shove into the open space, and you'll see how she gradually rises for a flight. After making a careful examination of all the parts of the aeroplane and starting the engine, David took his seat in the machine. Then the two boys, assisted by Grace and Nora, pushed it swiftly out into the broad open space back of the ruin. Suddenly the machine began to rise. Slowly at first, then seeming to gather strength and confidence like a young bird that has learned to fly at last, it soared over the apple trees. David, white but very calm, quietly worked the levers that operated the little engine. When he had risen about a hundred feet, he began to dip and soar around the orchard in circles. He appeared to have forgotten his friends, watching anxiously below. He did not notice that little Mrs. Grace's knees had suddenly refused to support her, nor that she had sat flat on the ground in a state of utter bewilderment at the sight of his sudden flight. David looked far across at the beautiful rolling meadows and fields dotted with farmhouses and cottages. How he loved the fertile valley, with its little river winding in and out between green banks. It was also beautiful, but it was time to descend. He must not give his pet too much liberty, or he might rue his indiscretion. He headed his machine for the open space back of the omnibus house, and began the descent. Then something snapped, and he fell. He remembered as he fell the look of horror on the upraised faces of his friends, and then everything became a blank. It all happened in a flash, much too quickly to do anything but stand and wait until the airplane had crashed to the ground, but it seemed much longer, and Anne remembered later that she had felt a curious impulse to run away and hide. If David were to meet his death through this new toy, she could not endure to stay and see it happen. But David was far from dead. He was only stunned and dizzy from the swift descent. He had not been high enough from the ground when the accident occurred to sustain serious injuries. They lifted him from the machine and laid him upon the grass while Reddy ran to the brook and brought back his cap filled with water. Mrs. Gray produced her smelling salts, which she always carried with her. Not for my own use, my dears, she always said, but for the benefit of other people. Reddy loosened David's collar and dashed the water into his face, while he bechafed the unconscious boy's wrists. Presently, David opened his eyes, looking vaguely about. He had a confused idea that something had happened to him, but just what it was, he could not think. He looked up into the anxious faces of his friends who stood around him. Then he remembered. I'm not hurt, he said, in a rather weak voice. Then he sat up and smiled feebly at the company. I just had the wind knocked out of me. I am sure no bones are broken. How about my pet bird? Has she smashed her little ribs? No old fellow exclaimed hippy in a reassuring tone, for hippy had never been able to endure the sight of suffering or disappointment. Her wings are a good deal battered, that's all. But are you all right, old man? he added, feeling David's arms and legs and even putting an ear over his heart. It's still beating, you foolish old fat head, said David, patting his friend affectionately on the back. In the meantime, Anne had helped Mrs. Gray to her feet. I declare, I feel as though I had dropped from the clouds myself, said the old lady, wiping her eyes. I am so stunned and bewildered. David, my dear boy, if you had been seriously hurt, I should never have forgiven myself for allowing you to fly off like that. What would your poor mother say if she knew what had happened? It won't be necessary to break the news to her, Mrs. Gray, said David. I shall be as good as new inside of a few minutes. It's my poor little bird here who has received the injuries. Look at her poor battered wings. I think I know just what caused my sudden descent, though, and I'll take care it doesn't happen again. David then began a minute examination of his damaged pet, and soon located the trouble. His friends listened, deeply interested, as he explained the principles of aviation, and showed them how he had carried out his own ideas in constructing his aeroplane. Grace, who had a taste for mechanics, asked all sorts of questions, until Hippie asked if she intended building an aeroplane of her own. I may, replied Grace, laughing. You know that girls have as much chance at the big things of the world today as boys. Well, if you do, let me know, responded Hippie, and I'll write an epic poem about you that will make the world sit up and take notice. Then I am assured of fame before hand, laughed Grace. Look, said Nora Sudney. Who are those people coming across the orchard? Doesn't that look like Julia Crosby and some of her crowd? Yes, exclaimed Grace. It is, and Miriam is with them. Then help me get my aeroplane into the shed quickly, exclaimed David. You know that the Crosby girl is not a favourite with me. Then he added half to himself. I don't see why Miriam insists on going around with her so much. The boys lost no time in getting the aeroplane into the house. David slammed the doors, and triumphantly turned the key in the lock, just as Miriam and her party came up. With a quick glance, Miriam's eyes took in the situation. She bowed courteously to Mrs. Gray, whom she dared not slight, included Grace, Nora, and Jessica in a cool little nod, and stared straight past Anne. Then turning to her brother, she said, David, show Miss Crosby and her friends your aeroplane. They wish to see it. A look of grim determination settled about David's mouth. Looking his sister squarely in the face, he said, I am sorry to seem disobliging, but I cannot show your friends my aeroplane, and I am surprised to find that they know I have one. Miriam reddened at this, but said insolently, If you can invite other people to see it, you can show it to us. There was an uncomfortable silence. Mrs. Gray looked surprised and annoyed. The peaceful old lady disliked scenes of any kind. Grace and her chums, knowing that Miriam was only making herself ridiculous, felt embarrassed for her. Then Julia Crosby laughed in her tantalizing, irritating way. That settled the matter, as far as David was concerned. You are right, he said. I could show my flying machine to you and your friends if I cared to do so. However, I don't care to. Knowing that I wished my experiment to be kept a secret, you came here with the one idea of being disagreeable, and you have succeeded. I am sorry to be so rude to my own sister, but occasionally the brutal truth is a good thing for you to hear, Miriam. Miriam was speechless with anger, but before she could frame a reply, Mrs. Gray said soothingly, Children, children, don't quarrel. David, it is getting late. We had better go. I suppose it is of no use to ask any of you athletic young folks to ride back to town. With a little bow to Miriam and her discomforted party, Mrs. Gray turned toward where her carriage awaited her, followed by David and his friends. After bidding her goodbye, the young people took the road to town, for David's sake all mention of the recent unpleasantness was tacitly avoided, though it was uppermost in each one's mind. I have one thing to be thankful for, said Grace to Anne as she turned in at her own gate, and that is that Miriam Nesbitt isn't my sister. As for Miriam, her feelings can be better imagined than described. She sulked and pouted the whole way home, vowing to get even with David for daring to cross her. Julia Crosby grew rather tired of Miriam's tirade, and left her with the parting advice that she had better forget it. When Miriam reached home, she immediately asked if David had come in, receiving an affirmative reply. She went from room to room looking for him, and finally found him in the library. He was busy with a book on aviation. She snatched the book from him, threw it across the room, and expressed her opinion of himself and his friends in very plain terms. Without a word, David picked up his book, and walked out of the library, leaving her in full possession of the field. But little time remained before the first basketball game of the series between the sophomores and juniors. Both teams had been untiring in their practice. There had been no further altercations between them as to the use of the gymnasium, for the juniors, fearing the wrath of Miss Thompson, were more circumspect in their behaviour, and let the sophomore team strictly alone. They are liable to break out at any time. You can trust them just as far as you can see them, and no farther, and that's the truth, cried Nora O'Malley. The sophomore players were standing in the corridor outside the gymnasium, awaiting the pleasure of the juniors whose practice time was up. They are supposed to be out of here at four o'clock, continued Nora, and it's fifteen minutes past now. They are loitering on purpose. They don't dare do mean things openly since Miss Thompson lectured them so, but they may cut for it by being aggravating. Never mind Nora, said Grace, smiling at Nora's outburst. We'll whip them off the face of the Earth next Saturday. Well, I hope so, said Nora. I am sure we are better players. What outrageous conceits, said Jessica, and the four girls laughed merrily. By the way, Grace, said Anne, I want to ask you something about that list you gave me. I don't quite understand what one of those signals means. Trot it out, said Grace. I'll have time to tell you about it before the practice actually begins. Anne took out her purse and began searching for the list. It was not to be found. Why, how strange, she said. I was looking at it this morning on the way to school. I wonder if I have lost it. That would be dreadful. She turned her purse upside down, shaking it energetically, but no list fell out. Oh, never mind, said Grace, seeing Anne's distress. It's of no consequence. No one will ever find it anyway. Suppose it were found. Who would know what it meant? Yes, but one would know, persisted Anne, because I wrote sophomore basketball signals on the outside of it. Oh, dear, I don't see how I could have been so careless. Poor little Anne, said Jessica. She is always worried over something or other. Now, see here, Anne, said Grace, just because you lost a letter last term and had trouble over it, don't begin to mourn over those old signals. No one will ever see them, and perhaps you haven't lost them. Maybe you'll find them at home. Perhaps I shall, said Anne, brightening. Now smile, Anne, said Nora, and forget your troubles. There is no use in crossing bridges before you come to them. This homely old saying seemed to console Anne, and soon she was eagerly watching the work of the team, her brief anxiety forgotten. That night, she searched her room, and the next day gave her desk in school a thorough overhauling, but the list of signals remained missing. The sophomore players, with their substitute team, met that afternoon in the gymnasium. It was their last opportunity for practice. Saturday they would rise to victory or go down in ignominous defeat. The latter seemed to them impossible. They had practiced faithfully, and Grace had been so earnest in her efforts to perfect their playing, that they were completely under her control and moved like clockwork. There was no weak spot in the team. Every point had been diligently worked over and mastered. They had played several games with the freshmen, and had won every time, so Grace was fairly confident of their success. Oh, girls! She cried, ringing her hands in her earnestness, don't make any mistakes, keep your heads all of you. I am convinced we are better players than the juniors, even if they did get the pennant last year. For one thing, I don't think they work together as well as we do, and that's really the main thing. Miriam, you missed practice yesterday. You are going to stay today, aren't you?" Miriam nodded without replying. She was busy with her own thoughts. She wished she could hit upon some way to humiliate Grace Harlow, but what could she do? That was the question. The members of the team adored their grey-eyed, independent young captain, therefore she would have to be very careful. She had been steadily losing ground with her class on account of her constant association with the juniors, and the slightest misstep on her part would jeopardize her place on the team. She had a genuine love for the game, and since she couldn't play on the junior team, she concluded it would be just as well not to lose her place with the Sophomores. In her heart she cared nothing for her class. She had tried to be their leader, and Grace had supplanted her, but now Grace should pay for it. All this passed through Miriam's mind as she covertly watched Grace, who was reassuring Anne for the 50th time not to worry over the lost signals. Don't tell anyone about it, she whispered to Anne. You may find them yet. Anne shook her head sorrowfully. She felt in some way that those signals were bound to make trouble for her. By the way, girls, said Grace, addressing the team, has anyone any objection to Anne and Jessica staying to see the practice game? They have seen all our work, and are now anxious to see the practice game. They know all the points, but they want to see how the new signal code works. Of course not, answered the girls. We won't turn Oakdale's star pupil out of the gym, and she'll be our mascot, as for Jessica, she is a matter of course. I object, said Miriam. I object seriously. Object, repeated Grace, turning an amazement to Miriam. Why? You know that it's against all basketball rules to allow anyone in the gymnasium during practice, except the regular team and the subs. If we follow our rules, then we shall be certain that nothing we do reaches the ears of the juniors. We have always made an exception of Jessica, but I don't think we should allow anyone else here. And do you think that Anne Pearson would carry information, exclaimed Grace sharply? Really, Miriam, you are provoking enough to try the patience of a saint, just as if Anne, who is the soul of honor, would do such a thing. An indignant murmur arose from the girls. They were all prepared to like little Anne, although they did not know her very well. How can you say such things, Miriam, cried Nora. I didn't say she would, said Miriam, rather alarmed at the storm she had raised, but I do think it is better to be careful. However, have it your own way, but if we lose the game— She paused. Her judgment told her she had said enough. If anything did happen, the blame would fall on Grace's shoulders. Anne, deeply hurt, tried to leave the gymnasium, but the girls caught her and brought her back again. She shed a few tears, but soon forgot her grief in the interest of the game. Girls, said Grace, as she and Nora and Jessica walked down the street that night after leaving Anne at her corner. We must look out for Anne. It is evident from the way Miriam acted today that she will never lose an opportunity to hurt Anne's feelings. I thought perhaps time would soften her wrath, but it looks as though she still nursed her old grudge. How true Grace's words were to prove she could not at that time foresee. Well, said Nora, Anne is one of the nicest girls in Oakdale, and if Miriam knows when she's well off, she'll mind her own business. The day before the game, as Grace was leaving school, she heard David's familiar whistle, and turned to see the young man hurrying toward her, a look of subdued excitement upon his face. I've been looking all over for you, Grace, he said, as he lifted his cap to her. I have something to tell you. This afternoon after school, Reddy, Hippie and I went out to the old Omnibus house. I wanted to show the fellows some things about my machine. While we were out there, who should appear but Julia Crosby and some more of her crowd? They were having a regular powwow, and were in high glee over something. We kept still, because we knew if they saw us, they'd descend upon us in a body. They stayed a long time, and Julia Crosby made a speech. I couldn't hear what she said, but it seemed to be about the proper thing, for her satellites applauded about every two minutes. Then they got their heads together, and all talked at once. While they were so busy, we skipped out without being noticed. I thought I'd better tell you, for I have an idea they are putting up some scheme to queer you in the game tomorrow. So look out for them. Thank you, David, answered Grace. You are always looking after our interests. I wonder what those juniors are planning. They are obliged to play a fair game, for they know perfectly well what will happen if they don't. Miss Thompson will be there tomorrow, and they know she has her eye on them. Put not your trust in juniors, cautioned David. They may allude even her watchful eye. You are coming to see us play tomorrow, aren't you, David, asked Grace? I'll be there before the doors are open, with Reddy and Hippie at my heels, responded David. Goodbye, Grace. Look out for schools tomorrow. End of Chapter 5 A feeling of depression swept over Grace Harlow as she looked out the window the next morning. The rain was falling heavily, and the skies were sullen and grey. What a miserable day for the game was her first thought. I do hope the rain won't keep people away. This weather is enough to discourage anyone. All morning she watched anxiously for the clouds to lift, going from window to door until her mother told her to stop fretting about the weather and save her strength for the coming game. The game was set for two o'clock, but at one, Grace put on her raincoat and set out for the high school. She knew she was early, but she felt that she couldn't stay in the house a minute longer. One by one the sophomore team and its substitutes assembled, but the rain had dampened their spirits, and the enthusiasm of the past few days had left them. Grace looked worried as she noticed how listless her players seemed. She wished it had been one of those cold crisp days that set the blood tingling and make the heartbeat high with hope. Still, Grace felt confident that her team would rise to the occasion when the game was called. They were too well-trained, too certain of their powers to ever think of failing. The bad weather had evidently not depressed the spirits of their opponents. The juniors stood about laughing and talking. Julia Crosby moved from one girl to the other, whispering slyly. Wretch thought, Grace, how disagreeable she is. She was born too late. She should have lived in the Middle Ages when plotting was the fashion. She has anything but a credit to her class and dear old Oakdale High School. Grace's rather vehement reflections were cut short by the approach of Miss Thompson, who stopped to say a word of cheer to the girls before taking her seat in the gallery. Well, Grace, she said, this is a rather bad day outside, but still there will be a few loyal souls to cheer you on to victory. May the best man win. You must put forth every energy if you expect to conquer the juniors, however. They have held the championship a long time. They will not hold it after today if we can help it," answered Grace. We feel fairly sure that we can whip them. That is the right spirit, said Miss Thompson. Confidence is first cousin to success, you know. Was there ever a teacher quite like Miss Thompson, asked Nora, as the principal left them to take her seat in the gallery. She is a dear, said Marianne Barber, and she's on our side, too. There's the referee now, exclaimed Grace. Now, girls, make up your minds to players you never played before. Remember, it's for the honour of the sophomores. By this time, the gallery was half-filled with an audience largely composed of high school boys and girls. A few outsiders were present. Mrs. Harlow had come to see her daughter's team win the game, she said, for she knew that Grace's heart was set on victory. The referee, timekeeper, and scorer chosen from the senior class took their places. The whistle blew, and the teams lined up. There was a round of loud applause from the fans of both teams. The players presented a fine appearance. The earnest, do-or-die expression on every face made the spectators feel that the coming game would be well worth seeing. The rival captains faced each other, ready to jump for the ball the instant it left the referee's hands. There was a moment of expectant silence, then the referee put the ball in play, the whistle blew, and the game began. Both captains sprang for the ball, but alas for the sophomores, Julia Crosby caught it, and threw it to the junior right forward. It looked for a minute as though the juniors would score without effort, but Nora O'Malley, who was left guard, succeeded so effectually in annoying her opponent that when the bewildered goal-thrower did succeed in throwing the ball, it fell wide of the basket. It had barely touched the floor before there was a rush for it, and the fun waxed fast and furious. During the first five minutes neither side scored, then the tide turned in favour of the juniors, and they netted the ball. Grace Harlow set her teeth, resolving to play harder than ever. The juniors should not score again if she could help it. Nora had the ball, and was dribbling it for dear life. Grace signalled her team, who responded instantly, but to their consternation the juniors seemed to understand the signal as fully as did their own team, and quickly blocking their play scored again. There was a howl of delight from the junior fans in the gallery. The sudden triumph of the enemy seemed to daze the sophomores. They looked at their captain in amazement, then sprang once more to their work. But the trend the game was taking had affected them, and in their desperate efforts to score they made mistakes. Miriam Nesbitt ran with the ball, and a foul was called, which resulted in the juniors scoring a point. Nora O'Malley, in her excitement, caught the forward she was guarding by the arm, and again a foul was called. This time, however, the juniors made nothing from it. But the precious time was flying, and only four minutes of the first half remained. Again Grace signalled for another secret play, and again the juniors rose to the occasion and thwarted her. It was maddening. The score stood seven to zero in favour of the juniors. Miriam Nesbitt had the ball now, and was trying to throw it. She stood near the junior basket. Eluding her guard, who was dancing about in front of her, she made a wild throw. Whether by accident or design, it was hard to tell. But the ball landed squarely in the junior basket. A whoop went up from the gallery. The whistle blew, and the first half was over. The score stood nine to zero in favour of the enemy. The last two points had been presented to the juniors. Up in the gallery, discussion ran rife. The admirers of the juniors were loud in their praise of the superior ability of the team. The junior class, who was sitting in a body at one end of the gallery, grew especially noisy, and were laughing derisively at the downfall of the Sophomores. Miss Thompson was puzzled. I cannot imagine what ails my Sophomores, she said to the teacher next to her. I understood that they were such fine players, yet they don't seem to be able to hold their own. It looks as though their defeat were inevitable, unless they do some remarkable playing during the next half. Mrs. Harlow, too, was disappointed. She wondered why Grace had boasted so much of her team. After all, they are little more than children, she thought. Those juniors seem older to me. As for Grace and her team, they were sitting in a room just off the gymnasium, gloomily discussing the situation. Tears of modification stood in Nora's eyes, while Grace was putting forth every effort to appear calm. She knew that if she showed the least sign of faltering, all would be lost. Her players must feel that she still had faith in their ability to win. We are not beaten yet, girls, she said, and I believe we shall make up in the last half what we lost in the first. Work fast, but keep your wits about you. Don't give the referee any chance to call a foul. We can't spare a minute from now on. When I give the signal for a certain play, be on the alert, and please, please don't any of you present these juniors with any more points. I'm not blaming you, Miriam, for I know that last throw of yours was an accident, but I could have cried when that ball went into the basket. Miriam's face flashed, then realizing that all eyes were turned toward her, she said sarcastically, Really, Miss Harlow, it's so kind of you to look at it in that light. However, any one with common sense would have known without being told that I never intended that ball for the juniors. I am not so sure of that, muttered Nora, who seeing the hurt look that crept into Grace's eyes at Miriam's words immediately rose in behalf of her captain. Miriam whirled on Nora. What did you say? asked Miriam angrily. Before Nora could answer, the whistle blew. Intermission was over, and the second half was on. The teams changed baskets, and stood in readiness for work. Once more, Grace and Julia Crosby faced each other. There was a malicious gleam in Julia's eye and a look of determination in Grace's. With a spring, Grace caught the ball as it descended, and threw it to Nora, who, eluding her guard, tossed it to Miriam. With an airing aim, Miriam sent the ball into the basket, and the Sophomores scored for the first time. Their friends in the gallery applauded vigorously, and began to take heart, but their joy was short-lived, for as the play proceeded, the Sophomores steadily lost what little ground they had gained. Try as they might, they could make no headway. Grace called for play after play, only to find that in some inexplicable way the enemy seemed to know just what she meant and acted accordingly. The game neared its close, and the Sophomores fought with the desperation of the doomed. They knew that they could not win saved by a miracle, but they resolved to die hard. The ball was in Miriam's hands, and she made a faint of throwing it to Nora, but whirled and threw it to Grace, who, divining her intention, ran forward to receive it. There was a rush on the part of the juniors. Julia Crosby, crossing in front of Grace, managed slyly to thrust one foot forward. Grace tripped, and fell to the floor, twisting one leg under her. The ball rolled on, and was caught by the enemy, who threw it to the goal, just as the whistle sounded for the last time. The juniors had won. The score stood 17-2 in their favour. The scorer attempted to announce it, but her voice was lost in the noisy yells of the junior class in the gallery. The fact that Grace Harlow still sat on the gymnasium floor passed for a moment unnoticed. In the final grand rush for the ball, the other players failed to see that their valiant captain still occupied the spot where she fell. Tumbles were not infrequent, and Grace was well able to take care of herself. Ann Pearson alone saw Julia Crosby's foot slide out, and, senting treachery, hastily left her seat in the gallery. She ran as fast as she could to where Grace sat, reaching her a few seconds after the whistle blew. Good little Ann called Grace, you have come to my rescue even though the others have deserted me. Perhaps you can help me up. I tried it, but my ankle hurts every time I try to stand. Her face was very white, and Ann saw that she was in great pain. By this time, Grace's team, realising she was not with them, began looking about, and rushed over to her in a body. David, ready and hippy, appeared on the scene, as did Mrs. Harlow, accompanied by Miss Thompson. Excitement reigned. The boys lifted Grace to her feet, but she cried with pain, and would have fallen had they not held her. She has sprained her ankle, exclaimed Miss Thompson. How did it happen, Grace? I did not see you fall. I don't know, Miss Thompson said Grace faintly. It all happened so quickly. I didn't have time to think about it. It certainly is a shame, cried Ann, and I know—just then Grace gave Ann a warning glance and shook her head slightly. Ann closed her lips and was silent. What were you saying, Ann? asked Miss Thompson, but Ann had received her orders. I am so sorry that Grace has been hurt, she said, lamely. A carriage was ordered, and Grace was taken home. Ann and Mrs. Harlow accompanying her. Mrs. Harlow sent for their physician, who bandaged the swollen ankle, and told Grace that the sprain was not serious. She refused, however, to go to bed, but lay on the wide lounge in the sitting-room. Just keep quiet for a few days, and you'll be all right, said Dr. Gale. You girls are as bad as boys about getting hard knocks. It looks as though basketball were about as barbarous as football. It is a dear old game, and I love it in spite of hard knocks, said Grace emphatically. I like your spirit, Grace, laughed Dr. Gale. Now remember to treat that ankle well if you want to appear again in the basketball arena. Grace, said Ann, after the doctor had gone, you know how it happened, don't you? Yes, answered Grace, after a little hesitation. I do. What are you going to do about it? asked Ann. I don't know, said Grace. I am not sure if it was intentional. Grace, said Ann with decision, it was intentional. I watched her every minute of the game, for I didn't trust her, and I saw her do it. I was so angry that when Miss Thompson asked how it happened, I felt that I must tell then and there. It was you who prevented me. I think such a trick should be exposed. What a vengeful little Ann, said Grace. You are usually the last one to tell anything. She took Ann's hand in hers. It's just this way, Ann, she continued. If I were to tell what Julia Crosby did, Miss Thompson might forbid basketball. That would be dreadful. Besides, the juniors would hardly believe me, and would say it was a case of sour grapes on account of the sophomore's losing the game. So, you see, I should gain nothing, and perhaps lose a great deal. I believe that people that do mean things are usually repaid in their own coin. Julia didn't really intend to hurt me. Her idea was to prevent me from getting the ball. Of course, it was dishonourable, and she knew it. It is strictly forbidden in basketball, and if her own team knew positively that she was guilty, it would go hard with her. There is honour even among thieves, you know. There was a brief silence. Grace lay back among the cushions, looking very white and tired. Her ankle pained her severely, but the defeat of her beloved team was a deeper hurt to her proud spirit. Ann sat apparently wrapped in thought. She nervously clasped and unclasped her small hands. Grace, she said, don't you think it was queer the way the juniors seemed to understand our signals? They knew every one of them. I believe that they found that list, and it's all my fault. I had no business to lose it. I felt when I couldn't find it that it would fall into the wrong hands and cause trouble. I don't care for myself, but if the girls find it out they will blame you for giving it to me. You know what Miriam said the other day. Now she will have a chance to be disagreeable to you about it." Ann was almost in tears. Ann Dears said Grace soothingly, don't worry about it. I am not afraid to tell the girls about that list, and I shall certainly do so. They will understand that it was an accident and overlook it. Besides, we are not sure that the juniors found it. I will admit that everything points that way. You know, David warned us that they had some mischief on hand. If they did find it, the only honourable thing to do was to return it. They are far more at fault than we are, and the girls will agree with me, I know. But Ann was not so confident. Miriam will try to make trouble about it. I know she will, and I am to blame for this whole thing, she said. Grace was about to reply when Mrs. Harlow appeared in the door with a tray of tempting food. Ann rose and began donning her wraps. Won't you stay, Ann, and have supper with my invalid girl? said Mrs. Harlow. Please do, Ann, coaxed Grace. I hate eating alone, and having you here takes my mind off my pain. Ann stayed, and the two girls had a merry time over their meal. Grace, knowing Ann's distress over the lost signals, refused to talk of the subject. Jessica and Nora, David, hippie and ready, dropped in, one after the other, to inquire for Grace. There is nothing like accidents to bring one's friends together, declared Grace, as the young people gathered around her. I told you to look out for Squalls, Grace, said David, but you didn't weather the gale very well. Those juniors must have been eavesdropping when you made your signal code. They understood every play you made. By George, I wonder if that were the meaning of that powwow the other day. Someone must have put Julia Crosby wise, and that's why she called a meeting at the omnibus house, is an out-of-the-way place, and she thought there was no danger of being disturbed. Who could have been mean enough to betray us, cried Nora. I am sure none of the team did, unless— Nora stopped short. She had been on the point of using Miriam's name, but remembered just in time that Miriam's brother was present. If we knew the girl who did it, we'd certainly cut her acquaintance, said Reddy Brooks. Never again should she bask in the light of our society, said hippie dramatically. None of our friends would do such a thing, said David Sabley. Then, turning to Anne, what's your opinion on the subject Queen Anne? But Anne could find no answer. She simply shook her head. Grace, knowing Anne's feelings over the affair, came to the rescue. Anne's opinion and mine are the same. We feel sure that they knew our signals, but we believe they accidentally hit upon the knowledge. There is no use in crying over spilt milk. We shall have to change all our signals, and take care that it doesn't happen again. And now let's talk of something more agreeable. For basketball is a sore subject with me in more than one sense. The talk drifted into other channels much to Anne's relief. I have an idea, exclaimed hippie. Impossible, said Reddy. No one would ever accuse you of such a thing. Be silent, fellow, commanded hippie. I will not brook such idle babbling. He strutted up and down the room, his chest inflated, and one hand over his heart, presenting such a ridiculous figure that he raised a general laugh. Speak on, fat one. I promise not to make any more remarks, said Reddy. I propose, said hippie, pausing in his march, that we give an impromptu vaudeville show for the benefit of Miss Grace Harlow, once an active member of this happy band, but now laid on the shelf. Couch, I mean, for repairs. Done was the unanimous reply. Now, continued hippie, get cosy, and the show will begin. Miss Nora O'Malley will open the show by singing Peggy Brady, as only an Irish Colleen of her pretensions can. Nora Rose looked toward Jessica, who went at once to the piano to accompany her, and sang the song demanded with a fascinating brogue that always brought forth the applause of her friends. She responded to an encore. Then Anne's turn came, and she recited Lasker. Hippie next favoured the company with a comic song which caused them to shout with laughter. Jessica did her Greek dance for which she was famous. The performance ended with an up-to-date version of Anthony and Cleopatra, enacted by David, Reddy, and Hippie, with dialogue and stage business of which Shakespeare never dreamed. It was a product of Hippie's fertile brain, and the boys had been rehearsing it with great glee, in view of appearing in it on some fitting occasion before the girls. David gracefully draped in the piano cover, represented Egypt's queen, and languished upon Mark Anthony's shoulder in the most approved manner. Reddy, as the Roman conqueror, left nothing to be desired. The star actor of the piece, however, was Hippie, who played the deadly asp. He writhed and wriggled in a manner that would have filled a respectable serpent with envy, and in the closing scene bit the unfortunate Cleopatra so venomously that she held for mercy, and instead of dying gracefully, arose and engaged in battle with his snakeship. Grace forgot her sprained ankle, and laughed until the tears rolled down her cheeks. You funny, funny boys, she gasped, how did you ever think of anything so ridiculous? Hippie perpetrated the outrage, said David, and we agreed to help him produce it. We have been practising it for two weeks, only we don't generally end up with a scuffle. I hope you will pardon us, Grace, but the desire to shake that husky Egyptian reptile was irresistible. There is nothing to pardon, replied Grace, and we have only thanks to offer for the fun you have given us. It was indeed a notable performance, agreed Nora. Girls and boys, said Anne, it is almost ten o'clock, and Grace ought to be in bed. I move that we adjourn. Second, the motion, said David, we have been very selfish in keeping poor Grace up when she is ill. Poor Grace is glad you came, and isn't a bit tired, replied Grace, looking fondly at her friends. You must all come to see me as often as you can while I am laid up. I shall be pretty lonely for a few days. The young folks departed, singing Good-Night Ladies as they trooped down the walk. What a pleasure it is to have such dear good friends thought Grace as she lay back on her couch after they had gone. They are well worth all the loyalty I can give them. She went to sleep that night unconscious of how soon her loyalty to one of them would be put to the test. A sprained ankle is not so serious, declared Grace from her nest among the sofa cushions. It was the Monday after the game. Her various sympathetic classmates were seated about the Harlow's comfortable living-room. A wood fire crackled cheerfully in the big, open fireplace, while a large plate of chocolate fudge circulated from one lap to another. Jessica, will you pour the chocolate? continued Grace to her friend, who rose at once to comply with her request. Anne, will you help serve, please? Anne, accordingly, drew about the room a little table on wheels, containing on its several shelves plates containing sandwiches, cookies, and cakes. Trust to the Harlow's to have lots of good things to eat, exclaimed Mary and Barbara, it must be fun to be laid up, Grace, if you can give a party every afternoon. I must entertain my friends when they are kind enough to come and see me, answered Grace, but some people think sandwiches poor preventer, unless they are the fancy kind, with olives and nuts in them. Miriam, for instance, would never serve such plain fare to her company as cream cheese sandwiches. Here comes Miriam up the walk now, cried Jessica. She looks as though she had something on her mind. Presently the door opened and Miriam was ushered in. Grace wondered a little at her call, considering the unfriendly spirit Miriam had recently exhibited toward her. She greeted Miriam cordially. The laws of hospitality were sacred in the Harlow family, and not for worlds would Grace have shown anything but the kindest feeling toward a guest under her own roof. Miriam accepted the chair, and the cup of chocolate tendered her, ignoring the plate of cakes offered by Anne. She looked about her like a marksman taking aim before he fires. There was a danger signal in either eye. She is out for slaughter, thought Nora. Well, Miriam, what's the news? said Mary and Barbara, good-naturedly. You have a mysterious, newsy look in your eye. Is it good, bad, or indifferent? How did you guess that I had news, inquired Miriam. Then, without waiting for an answer, she went on. I certainly have, and very unpleasant news at that. Out with it, said Nora, and don't keep us in suspense. Well, said Miriam, I suppose you will notice how the juniors outwitted us at every point last Saturday. We put up a hard fight, too. The reason of it was that they knew every one of our signals. How dreadful! How did they get their information? Who told you so? Were the exclamations that rose from the assembled girls? Grace had raised herself to a sitting position, and was steadily regarding Miriam, who, well aware of that keen search and gaze, deliberately continued, What makes the matter so much worse is the fact that we were betrayed by a member of our own class. Oh, Miriam, you don't mean that, said Jessica. I am sorry to say that it is true, replied Miriam, and I am going to put the matter before the class. Tell us who it is, Miriam, cried the girls. We'll fix her. Miriam, said Grace, in a tone of quiet command that made every girl look toward her. You are to mention no names while in my house. Miriam's face flamed. Before she could reply, however, Grace went on, Girls, you must realise the position in which Miriam's remarks place me. She is sure that she knows who betrayed our signals, and is willing to name the person. Suppose she names some girl present. Think of the feelings of that girl, my guest, yet not safe from accusation while here. I should prove a poor sort of hostess, if I allowed the honour of any of my friends to suffer while in my house. The place to discuss these things is in school. There, every girl stands on an equal footing, and can refute any charges made against her. I wish to say that I have a communication to make, which may put a different face on the whole matter. I know something of the story of those signals. When I go back to school, I shall call the meeting of the basketball team and its subs, and tell them what I know about it, but not until then. Furthermore, it is not strictly a class matter, as it pertains to the basketball players alone. Therefore, anyone outside the team has no right to interfere. Please don't think me disagreeable. It is because I am trying to avoid unpleasant consequences that I am firm about having no names mentioned here. There was an absolute silence in the room. The girls had a deep regard for Grace on account of her frank, open nature, and love of fair play, but Miriam had her own particular friends who had respect for her on account of her being a nesbit. She had a faculty of obtaining her own way, too, that seemed to them little short of marvellous, and she spent more money than any other girl in Oakdale High School. It was therefore difficult to choose between the two factions. Nora broke the embarrassing pause. Grace is right, as usual, she said, and none of you girls should feel offended. What's the use of wasting the whole afternoon quarrelling over an old basketball game? Do talk about something pleasant—the sophomore ball, for instance. Do you girls realise that we ought to be making some plans for it? It's the annual class dance and should be welcomed with enthusiasm. We've all been so crazy over basketball that we've neglected to think about our class responsibilities. We ought to try to make it a greater success than any other dance ever given by a sophomore class. We must call a meeting very soon, not to fight over basketball, but to make arrangements for our dance. Nora's reminder of the coming ball was a stroke of diplomacy on her part, what schoolgirl does not grow enthusiastic over a class dance. A buzz of conversation immediately arose as to gowns, decorations, refreshments, and the thousand and one things all important to a festivity of that kind. Miriam, seeing that it was useless to try to raise any further disturbance, cut her call short, taking with her several girls who were her staunch upholders. Those who remained did not seem sorry at her departure, and Grace drew a breath of relief as the door closed upon the willful girl. She had at least saved Anne from a cruel attack, but how much longer she could do so was a question. Miriam would undoubtedly bring up the subject at the first class meeting, and Grace was not so sure now that the girls would be willing to overlook the loss of the signals when she told them of it. I shall be loyal to Anne no matter what it costs me. She decided she has done nothing wrong, and Miriam will find that she cannot trample upon either of us with impunity. As for Jessica and Nora, I know they will agree with me. Under cover of conversation, Grace whispered to Jessica that she wished her to remain after the others had gone, and to ask Nora and Anne to do the same. When the last of the callers had said goodbye, and the four chums had the room to themselves, Grace told Nora and Jessica about Anne's mishap, and how utterly innocent of blame she was. Do you mean to tell me that Miriam meant Anne when she said she could name the girl, demanded Nora? She did indeed, replied Anne, and if it had not been for Grace, she would have made things very unpleasant for me. Humpf! Ejeculated the fiery Nora. Then all I have to say is that I don't see how a nice boy like David ever happened to have a horrid, hateful, scheming sister like Miriam. Stand up for Anne? Well, I rather think so. Let Miriam dare to say anything like that to me. Or me, said Jessica. I knew you girls would feel the same as I do, said Grace. Anne has some true friends, thank goodness. You see, Miriam is basing all her suppositions on the fact that Anne was allowed to come to practice. She doesn't know anything about the loss of the signals. You remember she objected to Anne seeing the practice game. Now she will try to show that she was right in doing so. Let her try it, said Jessica. She'll be sorry. I am not so sure of that, said Anne quietly. You know that Miriam has plenty of influence with certain girls, while I am only a stranger about whom no one cares, except yourselves and the boys and Mrs. Gray. You are the brightest girl in school, just the same, said Nora, and that counts for a whole lot. Miss Thompson likes you too, and our crowd is not to be despised. You are the dearest people in the world, responded Anne gratefully. Please don't think that I am unappreciative. You have done far too much for me, and I don't want you to get into trouble on my account. As long as you girls care for me, I don't mind what the others think. Don't say that, Anne, said Jessica. You don't know how mean some of those girls can be. Don't you remember the junior that was cut by her class last year? Of course she did something for which she deserved to be cut, but the girls made her life miserable. The story went through every class, and she got the cold shoulder all round. She's not here this year. Her father sent her away to school. She was so unhappy. You remember her, don't you? Turning to Grace and Nora. Both girls nodded. The story of the unfortunate junior loomed up before them. Every girl in high school knew it. We can only hope that history will not repeat itself, said Grace thoughtfully. Of course, I don't mean that there is any similarity between the two cases, that girl last year was untruthful and extremely dishonorable. It is perfectly ridiculous to think of placing the blame for those signals upon Anne. If the girls are silly enough to listen to Miriam's insinuations, then they must choose between Miriam and me. Anne is my dear friend, and I shall stick to her until the end. Chapter 8 The Price of Friendship It was a week before Dr. Gale pronounced Grace fit to return to school. When she did make her appearance, she was hailed with delight by her schoolmates and made much of. Miss Thompson greeted her warmly. She was very fond of Grace, and had expressed great concern over the young girl's accident. It was unusual for a girl to receive so serious an injury during a game, as all rough play was strictly forbidden. The principal had kept the members of both teams after school and questioned them closely. No one had seen Grace fall, nor realized that she was hurt until she had been discovered sitting on the gymnasium floor. Miss Thompson had a vague suspicion of foul play on the part of the juniors, but was unable to find out anything. Athletics for girls have always been encouraged in this school, she had said. Rough play is disgraceful. If I found that any member of any high school basketball organization, either directly or indirectly, caused the injury of an opponent, I should forbid basketball for the rest of the season at least, and perhaps absolutely. Tripping, striking, and kicking are barred out of the boys' games and will certainly not be tolerated in those of the girls. As Grace was returning to the study hall from geometry recitation that morning, she encountered Julia Crosby. Julia glanced at her with an expression half fearful, half cunning, as though she wondered if Grace knew the truth about her fall. Grace returned a look with one of such quiet contempt and scorn that Julia dropped her eyes and hurried along the corridor. How could she have been so contemptible, thought Grace? I wonder if she'll tell, thought Julia. She evidently knows I was responsible for her tumble. My, what a look she gave me! I wonder if that snippy little Anne Pearson knows about it too. Very likely she does, for Grace Harlow tells her all her business. If they do say anything, I'll take good care no one believes it. She was so absorbed in her own ruminations that she crashed into the dignified president of the senior class with considerable force, much to the glee of Nora, who happened to be near enough to catch the icy expression on the senior's face as Julia mumbled an apology. At recess, Grace notified the members of the basketball team and their substitutes that she had called a meeting to take place that afternoon at three o'clock in the sophomore locker room. Only the basketball people are requested to be present, she concluded, so don't bring any of the rest of the class. At three o'clock precisely the last member had arrived. Every girl took particular pains to be there, for most of them had been at the Harlow's on the day that Grace had silenced Miriam. The meeting promised to be one of interest, for had not Grace Harlow said that she would tell them something about the betrayed signals. Girls, Grace began, you all know that although it is against the rules to allow any outsider to witness our practice, we have always made an exception in favour of Jessica. You all have perfect confidence in Jessica, I am sure. Since practice began this fall we have allowed Anne to come to it too. You remember I asked permission for her to see the practice game, because I knew her to be absolutely trustworthy. Here Nora nodded emphatically, Miriam tossed her head and smiled mockingly, while the rest of the girls looked a trifle mystified. Anne, continued Grace, did not understand many of our plays, so I wrote out a list of signals for her to study and learn by heart, telling her to destroy them as soon as she was sure she knew them. Unfortunately she lost them, and at once told me about it. She felt very unhappy over it, but I told her not to worry, because I never supposed their loss would make any difference. When the game was well underway and the juniors began to block our plays, it flashed across me that in some way they had found that list. Anne, who has a mania for labelling everything, had written sophomore basketball signals across the paper, so of course anyone who found it would know exactly what the list meant. We were warned that the juniors held a meeting at the omnibus house a day or so before the game, and that they meant mischief. I never thought, however, they would be quite so dishonourable. I would have told you this before the game, but was afraid it would confuse and worry you. I am sure that you will agree with me, and absolve Anne from all blame. I don't agree with you at all, flashed Miriam, and I am glad to have a chance to speak my mind. I told you before the game that I objected to Miss Pearson watching our practice, that it was against the rules, but no attention was paid to what I said. If you had taken my advice, the result would have been far different. I have no doubt Grace believes that Miss Pearson lost the list, but I am not so easily deceived. I believe she deliberately handed it over to the juniors, and every loyal member of the team should cut her acquaintance. Miriam Nesbit cried Nora, You haven't the least right to accuse Anne Pearson of any such thing. She is too honourable to think of it, and she has no love for the junior class either. She isn't even friendly with them. If anyone is to be accused of treachery, I should say that they are members of the team far more friendly with the juniors than poor little Anne. This was a direct slap at Miriam, who winced a little at Nora's words. Well, said Marion Barber quickly, it stands to reason that no member of the team would be foolish enough to help the enemy. I don't know anything about Miss Pearson, but I do know that I overheard Julia Crosby telling some girl in her class that the sophomores could thank one of their own class for their defeat. When did you hear her say that? queried Miriam sharply. Yesterday morning I was walking behind her, and she was so busy talking she didn't notice me. You girls can draw your own conclusions, said Miriam triumphantly. That simply proves what I have said. That simply proves nothing at all, exclaimed Grace Harlow, who had been too angry to trust herself to speak. You are making a very serious charge against Anne, without one bit of ground on which to base your suspicions. You have always disliked her because she won the freshman prize, and you know nothing whatever against her. No, said Miriam scornfully. Nor anything to her credit either. Who is she anyway? The daughter of a strolling third-rate actor, who goes barnstorming about the country, and she has been on the stage too. She has a very good opinion of herself, since Mrs. Gray and certain Oakdale girls took her up, but I wouldn't trust her as far as I could see her. Why should girls of good Oakdale families be forced to associate with such people? I suppose she wanted to be on good terms with the juniors too, and took that method of gaining her points. That is pure nonsense, exclaimed Nora. Don't you think so, girls? But the other girls made no reply. They were thinking hard. Suspicion seemed to point in Anne's direction. What a pity Grace had been so rash about taking Anne up if her father were a common actor. Miriam was right about not caring to associate with Anne. After all, they knew very little about her. Grace Harlow was always picking queer people and trying to help them. I think we ought to be very careful about taking outsiders into our confidence, firmly said Eva Allen, one of the team. I didn't know Miss Pearson had ever been an actress. There was a note of horror in her voice as she pronounced the last word. I have always heard that they were very unreliable people, said another miss of sixteen. Grace was in despair. She felt that she had lost. By dragging up Anne's unfortunate family history, Miriam had produced a bad impression that she was powerless to her face. Girls, she said, you ought to be ashamed of yourselves. You know perfectly well that Anne is innocent. If you wish to be my friend, you must be Anne's or so. Please say that you believe her. Count on me, said Nora. But the other sophomores had nothing to say. Grace looked about her appealingly, only to meet cold looks and averted faces. Miriam was smiling openly. The meeting is adjourned, said Grace shortly, and without another word she went to her locker and began taking out her wraps. Nora followed her, but the majority of the girls walked over to the other end of the room and began to talk in low tones with Miriam. Grace realized that her team had deserted her for Miriam. It was almost unbelievable. She set her lips and winked hard to keep back the tears which rose to her eyes. Then, followed by her one faithful friend, she walked out of the locker room, leaving her fickle classmates with their chosen leader. There were two subjects of interest and a discussion in the Sophomore class. One was the coming ball, the other the story of the lost signals, which had gone the round of the class. The general opinion seemed to be that Anne had betrayed the team and with the unthinking cruelty of youth, the girls had resolved to teach her a lesson. Miriam's accusation had been repeated from one girl to another with unconscious additions until Anne loomed up in the light of a traitor and was treated accordingly. Grace had told Anne the next day the details of the meeting and in some measure prepared her for what would undoubtedly follow. Anne had laughed a little at the account of Miriam's remarks regarding her father and the girls' evident disapproval of the theatrical profession. How silly they are, she said to Grace, who felt secretly relieved to know that Anne was not mortally hurt over Miriam's attack. They don't know anything about professional people. Of course, there are plenty of worthless actors, but some of them are really very fine men and women. Miriam may abuse my family all she chooses, but I do feel unhappy to think that those girls believe me dishonorable and underhanded. They wouldn't, if they had any sense, responded Grace hotly. I never believed that those girls could be so snobbish. I always thought them above such petty meanness. Don't pay any attention to them, Anne. They aren't worth it. I'm going to interview Julia Crosby and make her acknowledge that she wasn't referring to you the other day. There is something queer about it all. I believe that there is some kind of secret understanding between Miriam and Julia, that this is a deliberate plot on their part to injure you and humiliate me, and I shall find out the truth before I am through. But what has Julia Crosby against me, query Dan? I hardly know her. She hasn't forgotten the way David defended you at Mrs. Grace's Christmas ball last year, answered Grace. Besides, you're a sophomore. Isn't that a good enough reason? I suppose it is, said Anne Wearily. Grace kept her word and hailed Julia Crosby on the following afternoon as she was leaving the high school. It seemed a favourable opportunity for Julia was alone. Miss Crosby, said Grace coldly, I should like to speak to you about a very important matter. There's nothing to hinder you, Miss Harlow, replied Julia Breskli. I'm here. Are you sure that it really is important? She stopped and eyed Grace insolently. I am very sure that it is important, Miss Crosby, said Grace. Not long ago, a certain sophomore overheard you telling a member of your class that we sophomores could thank a girl in our class for our basketball defeat. A certain girl had already been unjustly accused of betraying our signals. When your remark was repeated to the team, they immediately decided that you meant her. Since then, her classmates have taken the matter up and are determined to cut her acquaintance. Well, what is all this childish prattle to do with me, demanded Julia rudely. It has this to do with you, that you can set the matter right by saying it was not Anne. You know perfectly well she had nothing to do with it. I don't know how you got those signals, but I do know that Anne never gave them to you. Did I say that she did, asked Julia? No, said Grace. Neither did you say that she didn't. Very true, replied Julia in a disagreeable tone, and I don't intend to say so either. She may or she may not have given them to me. I'll never tell. She's a snippy, conceited little prig, and a little punishment for her sins will do her good. You are a cruel, heartless girl, cried Grace angrily. Knowing Anne to be innocent, you refused to clear her name of the suspicion resting upon it. Let me tell you one thing. I know who tripped me the day of the game, and so does Anne. If you don't clear Anne instantly, I shall go straight to Miss Thompson with it. Grace's threat went home. Julia stood in actual dread of the principal. It looked as though the tables had been turned at last. If Grace went to Miss Thompson, what a commotion there would be. In a moment, however, Julia recovered herself. What was it Miss Thompson had said about rough play? Ah, Julia remembered now, and with the recollection of the principal's words, came the means of worsting Grace Harlow in her efforts to vindicate Anne. You may go to Miss Thompson if you think it wise, she said with a malicious smile, but I wouldn't advise it. That is, unless you have gotten over caring for basketball. What do you mean, asked Grace? Then like a flash, she understood. If she should tell Miss Thompson the truth, the principal would believe her. Julia would receive her just deserts, but, oh, bitter thought, there would be no more basketball that season. Grace felt that she had no right to sacrifice the pleasure of so many others, even for Anne's sake. It would only increase the feeling against both Anne and herself, and after all, Julia might still hold out in her insinuations against Anne. How can you be so contemptible, she said to her smiling enemy? You never win anything honestly. I see it is useless for me to appeal to you for something which you cannot give, and that is fair play. With a slight bow, Grace walked quickly away, leaving Julia a little astonished at her sudden departure, and not at all pleased at Grace's frankly expressed opinion. Grace lost no time in relating to Anne her fruitless interview with the junior captain. I am so humiliated to think I failed. I expected that threatening to tell Miss Thompson would bring her to her senses, but she is too cunning for me, sighed Grace. The two girls were walking home from school. Shall you tell Nora and Jessica? asked Anne. No, said Grace. Let us keep the sprained ankle part of the story a secret. They are loyal to you at any rate, and Nora would be so angry. I am afraid I couldn't keep her from going straight to Miss Thompson and making a general mess of things. I am so sorry, Anne dear, but I guess we shall have to weather the gale together. It will die out after a while, just as all those things do. Hush, don't say anything now. Here come Nora and Jessica. What do you think? cried Nora. Edna Wright is giving a party next Saturday, and she isn't going to invite either you or Anne. How shocking, said Grace, we shall both die of grief at having been slighted. She spoke lightly, and no one but Anne guessed how much the news hurt her. We are not going, declared Nora, and we told her so. What did she say? asked Grace. We didn't give her time to answer, said Nora, but rushed off to find you. The whole thing is perfectly ridiculous. The idea of a lot of silly little school girls thinking they own the earth. It's all Miriam's fault. She has tried to be leader of her class ever since it was organised, but mark what I say, she'll never accomplish it. Pride will get a fall one of these days, and I hope I'll be around when it happens. Never mind Nora, said Grace soothingly. Anne and I don't care. We'll give a party at the same time to our own crowd. I'll tell you what we'll do. We will have a surprise party for Mrs. Gray. I'll write to Tom Gray and ask him to come down for next Saturday. That will be a double surprise to dear Mrs. Gray. Fine, cried Jessica. We'll have Hippie and Reddy and David. Then our circle will be complete. The other crowd will be furious. Those boys are all popular, and I know that Edna intends to invite them. Let's tell them at once then, said Nora, before the other girls get a chance. The boys were promptly invited. Grace sent a note to Tom Gray, who found it possible to get away for the weekend. Reddy, Hippie and David received invitations to the other party, but politely declined. Miriam endeavoured to point out to her brother the folly of his conduct, but David simply stared at her and said nothing. He knew to what lengths her jealousy had carried her during the freshman year, and although Nora had entirely omitted his sister's name from the conversation, when telling him of the recent trouble that had arisen, still David felt that Miriam was at the bottom of it. Failing to elicit any response from her brother, she flew into a rage and did not speak to him for a week, while David went serene on his way and let her get over it as best she might. The surprise party proved a success. Mrs. Gray's delight at seeing her Christmas children and having her beloved nephew with her was worth seeing. The young people did all the stunts they knew for her entertainment, and the boys repeated their Shakespearean performance for the old lady, who laughed until she could laugh no more. It was their turn to be surprised, however, when the old butler suddenly appeared and announced that supper was served. Mrs. Gray had held a word of conversation with him directly after their arrival, which resulted in an array of good things calculated to tempt the appetite of any healthy boy or girl. After supper they had an old-fashioned sing with Jessica at the piano, ending with Home Sweet Home and the inevitable Good Night Ladies. I am sure we had a better time than the other crowd, said Nora, as they all walked down the street. Of course, said Grace, but a little feeling of sadness swept over her, as she realized for the first time in her short life she had been slighted by any of her school friends. End of Chapter 9 Chapter 10 of Grace Harlow's sophomore year at high school. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain, recording by Christine Blashford. Grace Harlow's sophomore year at high school by Jesse Graham Flower. Chapter 10 The Sophomore Ball It was the night of the Sophomore Ball. For a week past the class had been making preparations. The gymnasium had been transformed into a veritable bower of beauty. Every palm in Oakdale that could be begged, borrowed, or rented was used for the occasion. Drawing rooms had been robbed of their prettiest sofa cushions and hangings to make attractive cosy corners in the big room. The walls were decorated with evergreens and class banners, while the class colours red and gold were everywhere in evidence. The Sophomores had been recklessly extravagant in the matter of cut flowers, and bowls of red roses and carnations ornamented the various tables, loaned by fond mothers for the gratification of sophomore vanity. The girls had worked hard to outdo previous Sophomore affairs, and when all was finished the various teachers who were invited to view the general effect were unanimous in their admiration. Once a year each of the four high school classes gave some sort of entertainment. Readers of Grace Harlow's plebeia will remember the masquerade ball given by the Sophomores, now juniors, and the active part taken by Grace and her chums in that festivity. The present Sophomores had decided to make their ball a larger affair than usual, and had sent out invitations to favoured members of the other classes. An equal number of boys had been invited from the boys' high school, and the party promised to be one of the social events of Oakdale. Mrs. Gray and a number of other prominent women of Oakdale were to act as patronesses. Mrs. Harlow, usually a favourite chaperone with Grace's crowd, had been ignored for the first time, and Grace was cut to the quick over it. As for Grace herself, she had not been appointed to a single committee. Prominent here to fore in every school enterprise, it was galling to the high spirited girl to be deliberately left out of the preparations. Nora had been asked to help receive, and Jessica had been appointed to the refreshment committee, but on finding that Grace was being snubbed, both had coldly declined to serve in either capacity. The four chums held more than one anxious discussion as to the advisability of even attending the ball. I think we ought to go, just to show those girls that we are impervious to their petty insults, declared Grace. We have as much right there as anyone else, and I am sure the boys we know will dance with us, whether the rest of the girls like it or not. Besides, Mrs. Gray will be there, and she will expect to see us. She doesn't know anything about this trouble, and I don't want her to know. It would only grieve her. She is so fond of Anne. By all means, we must go to the ball, where your prettiest gowns and act as though nothing had happened. That night, the four young girls in their party finery sat waiting in the Harlow's drawing room for their escorts, David, Hippie, and Reddy. Anne wore the pink crepe de chine which had done duty at Mrs. Gray's house party the previous winter. Grace wore an exquisite gown of pale blue silk made in a simple girlish fashion that set her off to perfection. Nora was gowned in lavender and wore a corsage bouquet of violets that had mysteriously arrived that afternoon, and that everyone present suspected Hippie of sending. Jessica's gown was of white organ-de, trimmed with tiny butterfly medallions and Valencian's lace. In spite of the possibility that she and Anne might be the subject of unpleasant comment, Grace made up her mind to enjoy herself. She was fond of dancing, and knew that she would have plenty of invitations to do so. David would look after Anne, who was not yet proficient enough in dancing, to venture to try it in public. If only Miriam and Julia Crosby behave themselves, she thought, for of course Julia will be there. Miriam will see that she gets an invitation. Grace thrilled with pride as she entered the gymnasium, how beautifully it had been decorated, and how well everything looked. She was so sorry that the girls had seen fit to leave her out of it all. Then she remembered her resolution to forget all differences and just have a good time. Miriam, gowned in apricot mesoline, trimmed with silver, was in the receiving line with half a dozen other sophomores. Grace and her party would be obliged to exchange civilities with the enemy. She wondered what Miriam would do. David solved this problem for her by taking charge of the situation. Walking straight up to Miriam, he said a few words to her in a low tone. She flashed slightly, looked a trifle defiant, then greeted the girls coldly, but with civility. The other sophomores followed her example, but Grace breathed a sigh of relief as they walked over to where Mrs. Gray in a wonderful black satin gown sat among the patronesses. My dear children, I am so glad to see all of you, exclaimed the sprightly old lady. How fine all my girls look! You are like a bouquet of flowers. Grace is a bluebell, Anne is a dear little clove-pink, Nora is a whole bunch of violets, and Jessica looks like a white narcissist. Where do we come in? asked David, smiling at Mrs. Gray's pretty comparison. Allow me to answer that question, said hippie. You are like the tall and graceful burdock. Ready resembles the common, but much admired sheep-sorrow, while I am like that tender little flower that forget me not. Having once seen me, is it possible to forget me? He struck an attitude and looked languishingly at Nora. I'll forget you forever if you look at me like that, threatened Nora. Never again, said hippie hastily, bear witness all of you that my expression has changed. Just then the first notes of the walt's amouruse rang out, and the gymnasium floor was soon filled with high school boys and girls dressed in their best party attire. The dances followed each other in rapid succession until supper was announced. This was served at small tables by the town caterer. Mrs. Gray and her adopted children occupied two tables near together and had a merry time. Many curious glances were cast in their direction by the other members of the sophomore class. Some of the girls wondered whether it was a good thing to cut Anne Pearson's acquaintance. She was certainly a friend of Mrs. Gray, and Mrs. Gray was one of the most influential women in Oakdale. Frances Fuller, a worldly-minded sophomore, dared to intimate as much to Miriam Nezbit, who replied loftily, If Mrs. Gray knew as much about Miss Pearson as we do, she would probably not care for her any longer. It's a pity someone doesn't tell her, said Julia Crosby, ever ready for mischief. Oh, someone will have the courage yet, answered Miriam, and when she does, that will end everything as far as Miss Pearson is concerned. Mrs. Gray can't endure anything dishonorable. Just then a young man claimed Miriam for the two-step about to begin, and Julia wandered off, leaving Frances to digest what had been said. The more the latter thought about it, the more she felt that Mrs. Gray ought to be warned against Anne. She decided that she had the courage that it was her duty to do so. Without hesitating, she blundered over to where Mrs. Gray sat for the moment. Mrs. Gray, Frances began, I want to tell you something which I think you ought to know. And what is that, my dear? asked the old lady, courteously, trying vainly to remember the girl's face. Why, about Miss Pearson's true character, replied the girl. Miss Pearson's true character, repeated Mrs. Gray, I don't understand what you mean. That she is dishonorable and treacherous. She betrayed the sophomore basketball signals to the juniors, and then denied it when her class had positive grief against her. Besides, her father is a disreputable actor, and she was an actress before she came here. We thought if you knew the truth you wouldn't uphold any such person. Frances paused. She thought she had made an impression upon her listener. Mrs. Gray sat silent. She was too deeply incensed to trust herself to speak. Frances looked complacent. She evidently hoped to be commended for her plain speaking. Then Mrs. Gray found her voice. Young woman, she said, You ought to be ashamed of yourself. What can you hope to gain by saying unkind things about a nice, gentle little girl who is in every respect worthy of all the love and regard that can be given her? I do not know what you can be thinking of to speak so slightingly of one of your classmates, and I am sorry to be obliged to remind you that it is the height of ill-breeding to abuse a person to his or her friends. With these words, Mrs. Gray turned her back squarely upon the dazed girl, who slowly arose and, without looking at Mrs. Gray, walked dejectedly across the room. But Miriam Nesbit lost one supporter from that minute on. Hateful things, said the mortified Frances, looking towards Julia and Miriam. I believe they are more to blame than Miss Pearson ever thought of being. When Grace paused at Mrs. Gray's side after the two-step, she saw plainly that the old lady was much agitated. Grace, she said quickly, What is all this nonsense about Anne? Oh, Mrs. Gray cried Grace. Who could have been so unkind as to tell you? We didn't want you to know. It is all so foolish. But I want to know, said the old lady positively. Anne is so very dear to me, and I can't allow these hair-brained girls to make damaging statements about her. Tell me at once, Grace. Grace reluctantly gave a brief account of her recent disagreement with her class and the unpleasantness to which Anne had been subjected. What does Ayle Miriam Nesbit? She used to be such a nice child, exclaimed Mrs. Gray. Really, Grace, I feel that I ought to go straight to Miss Thompson with this. Grace's heart sank. That was just what she did not want Mrs. Gray to do. Dear Mrs. Gray, she said, patting the old lady's hand, it is better for us to fight it out by ourselves. If Miss Thompson knew all that had happened, she would forbid basketball for the rest of the season. She is awfully opposed to anything of that kind, and would champion Anne's cause to the end, but Anne would rather let matters stand the way they are, than lose us our basketball privilege. You see, the juniors have won the first game, and if basketball were stopped now, we would have no chance to make up our lost ground. I firmly believe that all will come right in the end, and I think the girls will get tired of their grudge and gradually drop it. Of course, it hurts to be snubbed, but I guess we can stand it. We have some friends who are loyal at any rate. I suppose you are right, my dear, responded the old lady. It is better for old folks to keep their fingers out of young folk's pies. But what did that pert miss mean about Anne's father being an actor? I had an idea. He was dead. So Grace told Mrs. Gray the story of Anne's father, beginning from where he had intercepted Anne on her way from the aeroplane exhibition during her freshman year, up to the time of the arrival of his letter begging for money. Anne used her freshman prize money last year to help him out of trouble. He forged a friend's name for one hundred dollars, and would have had to go to prison had she not made good the money he took. I always wanted you to know about it, Mrs. Gray, but Anne felt so badly over it, she begged me never to tell anyone. Your story explains a great many things I never before understood, said Mrs. Gray, that doll that was sent to the Christmas party last year, for instance. But how did Miriam find out about it? We don't know, said Grace. Her doings are dark and mysterious. Find out she did, and she has told the story with considerable effect among the girls. It is too bad, mused Mrs. Gray. I should like to write matters where it possible, but as long as you don't wish it, my dear, I suppose I must let you fight it out by yourselves. But one thing I am sure of. Anne will never want for a friend as long as I live. Now run along and have a good time. I've kept you here when you might have been dancing. I have loved being with you, said Grace. I shall not tell Anne about what was said, she added, in a lower tone. That is right, Grace, responded Mrs. Gray, no need of hurting the child's feelings. During the balance of the evening nothing occurred to discomfort either Grace or Anne. To be sure there was a marked coolness exhibited by most of their classmates, but David took charge of Anne and saw to it that nothing disturbed her. Grace, who was a general favourite with the High School Boys of Oakdale, could have filled her programme three times over. She was the embodiment of life and danced with such apparent unconcern that the mind of more than one sophomore was divided as to whether to cleave to Miriam or renew their former allegiance to Grace. It was well after one o'clock when the home sweet home waltz sounded. The floor was well filled with dancers, for the majority of the guests had remained until the end of the ball. As the last strains of the music died away, the sophomores sent their class yell echoing through the gymnasium. It was answered by the various yells of the other classes, given with true High School fervour, each class trying to outdo the other in the making of noise. Sleepy chaperones began gathering up their charges. The sophomore ball was a thing of the past. These late hours and indigestible suppers are bound to break down my delicate constitution yet, hippie confided to Nora. In that case I shall make it a point to see that you don't receive any more invitations to our parties," Nora answered cruelly. Then you can stay at home and build up that precious health of yours. Don't mention it, replied hippie hastily. I would rather become an emaciated wreck than deprive myself of your society. It was simply glorious said Anne to Grace as they stood waiting for their carriage, and was there ever such a nice boy as David? Grace pressed Anne's hand by way of answer. She knew that David had understood the situation and had taken care to steer Anne clear of shoals, and Grace determined that no matter what Miriam might say or do in the future, for David's sake it should be overlooked. It was a week before the last borrowed decoration reposed in its original place, and fully that long before the echoes of the sophomore ball died out. It was pronounced the most successful class function given in Oakdale for a number of years, and the sophomores felt justly proud of themselves. Miriam Nezbit took particular pains to point out that the success of the affair was in no way due to Grace Harlow, and many of the girls who had hitherto believed that Grace was a necessary factor in high school fun decided that they had perhaps overrated her ability. Grace was fully cognisant of their change of heart and spent more than one unhappy hour over it, but outwardly she carried herself as though unaware of the many little ill-natured stabs directed toward her. Anne, who was completely ignored, took it philosophically, her only regret being the fact that Grace had been dragged into difficulties on her accounts. Thanksgiving had come and gone, the high school boys had played their usual game of football with a neighbouring school and whipped them to a standstill. David had played on the team and covered himself with glory by making a sensational touchdown. The girl chums had worn his colours and shrieked themselves hoarse with joy over the prowess of their friend. Miriam, secretly proud of her brother, resolved to make a like record for herself during the next basketball game, which was to take place during the following week. She believed that it was the last touch needed to make her the avowed leader of her class. She even dreamed that the basketball captaincy might one day be hers. To be sure Grace had Nora on her side, and Nora was one of the regular players, but the other two players were Miriam's faithful allies. That made three against two, and the second team had practically declared in her favour. Grace would have to do differently if she expected to keep the captaincy. Meanwhile, Grace was finding the captaincy of a team divided against itself anything but satisfactory. The girls, with the exception of Nora, obeyed her orders indifferently and as though under protest. It was almost impossible to get every member to come to practice. Some one of them invariably stayed away. On one occasion she spoke rather sharply to the team about it, but her earnest words were received with sullen resentment. What is the use of working ourselves to death simply to have our game handed over to the enemy, one girl had muttered. Grace coloured at this thrust, but closed her lips tightly and made no reply. But the attitude of her team worked upon her mind, and she lost confidence in herself. She realised that a new and injurious influence was at work, and she was powerless to stem the tide of dissension that had arisen. The practice game was played on the afternoon before the contest, and not even Jessica was there to witness it, although she had formerly been taken as a matter of course. When invited to attend practice, she had scornfully refused it. No thank you, she said. If anything should go wrong tomorrow, I'd be accused of treachery. No one's reputation is safe in this class, at which remark several sophomores had the grace to blush. The day dawned bright and clear. Grace arrived at the gymnasium long before the others. She was worried and anxious over the behaviour of her team. She was half-afraid that some one of them would absent herself, in which case one of the substitutes would have to be called, and Grace doubted whether they could be relied upon. Two months before she had been certain that there were no players like those of the sophomore organisation. Now she had no confidence in them or herself. She had a faint hope that when the game opened, her players would forget their grievances and work for the honour of the sophomores. She would do her best at all events, and Nora could be depended upon too. All this passed rapidly through Grace's mind as she waited for the team to appear. The spectators were arriving in numbers. The gallery was almost full, and it still lacked fifteen minutes of the time before the game would be called. The proverbial little bird had been extremely busy, and all sorts of rumours regarding the two teams were aflate. The juniors were, as usual, seated in a body, and making a great deal of unnecessary noise. The members of the sophomore class were scattered here and there. Anne and Jessica sat with three or four of the girls who had refused to pay any attention to the talk about Anne. A dozen or more of Miriam's flocks sat together watching for the appearance of their favourite. Occasionally they glanced over toward Anne, whispered to each other, and then giggled in a way that made Anne wince, and Jessica feel like ordering them out of the gallery. Grace and Nora stood talking together at one end of the gymnasium. Grace kept an anxious eye on the clock. It was five minutes of two, and Miriam had not arrived. Would she dare to stay away? Grace wondered. At two minutes of two, there was a burst of applause from the section of the gallery where Miriam's admirers were seated. Grace glanced quickly around to see what had caused it, and beheld Miriam serenely approaching, a satisfied smile on her face. She had waited until the last minute in the hope of making a sensation, and had not been disappointed. Then the game began. Julia Crosby and Grace Harlow once more faced each other on the field of action. This time, Grace won the toss, and sent the ball whizzing to the goal-thrower who tried for goal and caged the ball without effort. This aroused the sophomores, and Grace could have danced for joy as she saw that they were really going to work in earnest. The juniors were on the alert too. If they won today, that meant the season's championship. If they won the third game, that meant a complete whitewash for the sophomores. So the juniors hotly contested every inch of the ground, and the sophomores found that they had their hands full. The first half of the game closed with the score eight to six in favour of the juniors. During the intermission of twenty minutes between halves, the sophomores retired to the little room off the gymnasium to rest. The outlook was indeed gloomy. It was doubtful whether they could make up their loss during the last half. Marianne Barber, Eva Allen, and Miriam whispered together in one corner. Grace sat with her chin in her hand, deep in thought, while Norris stood staring out the window trying to keep back the tears. Two or three of the substitutes strolled in and joined Miriam's group. The whispering grew to be a subdued murmur. The girls were evidently talking about Grace, hence their lowered voices. Their long-suffering captain looked at them once or twice, made a move as if to join them, then sat down again. Norris' blood was up at the girls' rudeness. She marched over to the group and was about to deliver her opinion on them in scathing terms when the whistle sounded. There was a general scramble for places. Then the ball was put in play, and the second half began. The sophomores managed to tie the score during the early part of the last half, and from that on held their own. They fought strenuously to keep the juniors from scoring. When the juniors did score, the plucky sophomores managed to do the same soon after. There were two more minutes of the game, and the score stood ten to ten. It looked as though it might end in a tie. One of the juniors had the ball. With unearing aim, she threw it to goal. It never reached there, for Miriam Nezbitt made a dash, sprang straight into the air, and caught the ball before it reached its destination. Quick as a flash, she threw it to Nora, who threw it to Marion Barber, the latter being near the basket, threw it to goal without any trouble. Before the juniors could get anywhere near the ball, the whistle blew, and the game closed. Score twelve to ten, the sophomores had won. The noise in the gallery was deafening. Miriam's sensational playing had taken everyone by storm. A crowd of sophomores rushed down to the gymnasium, and began dancing around her, singing their class song. Her cheeks were scarlet, and her eyes blazed with triumph. She was a lion at last, and now the rest would follow. She felt sure that she would be asked to take the place of Grace as captain. She had shown them what she could do. Grace had done nothing but caused trouble. The team would be better off without her. Anne and Jessica were waiting in the corridor for Grace and Nora. The two players rapidly changed their clothes, and soon the chums were walking down the quiet street. Well, said Jessica, Miriam has done it at last. She has indeed responded Grace, and no one begrudges her her glory. She made a star play, and saved the day for us. She is loyal to the team, even if she doesn't like their captain. I don't know about that, said Nora. I think she might have exerted herself during the first game, if she wanted so much to show her loyalty. She was anything but a star player then. I have no faith in her whatever. She cares for no one but herself, and that star play was for her own benefit, not because of any allegiance to her team. She's up to something. You may depend upon that. Oh, Nora, don't be too hard on her. She deserves great credit for her work. Don't you think so, girls? Grace turned appealingly to Anne and Jessica. It was a remarkable play, said Anne. Jessica made no answer. She would not praise Grace's enemy, even to please Grace. You may say what you please, said Nora obstinately. I shall stick to my own convictions. The way those girls stood in the corner and whispered during intermission was simply disgraceful. Mark my words, something will come of it. Oh, here comes David on his motorcycle, called Anne delightedly. David slowed up when he saw the girls alighted and greeted them warmly. He at once congratulated them on their victory. I congratulate you on having a star player for a sister, said Grace. It must run in the family. She referred to his late football triumphs. David flushed with pleasure, more at the compliment paid to his sister than the one meant for him. Sis can come up to the mark when she wants to, he said earnestly. I hope she repeats the performance. Then he abruptly changed the subject. That one little speech revealed to his friends the fact that he understood the situation and longed with all his heart for a change of tactics on the part of his sister.