am."

"So do I," agreed Grace promptly. "But there are so many girls that we
may not be even chosen as subs. Besides, our playing may not compare
with that of some of the others."

"Nonsense," returned Miriam stoutly. "Your playing would stand out
anywhere, Grace, even on a boys' team. I consider myself a fair player,
too," she added, flushing a little.

"I should say you are!" exclaimed Grace. "Who told you about the try
out?"

"It's on the bulletin board. I don't see how you missed it."

"I didn't look at the bulletin board this morning. I meant to, then
something else took my attention, and I forgot all about it." The
"something else" had been the extremely frigid manner in which two
freshmen she particularly liked had greeted her as she caught up with
them on the way to her Livy class that morning. Grace wondered not a
little at this cavalier treatment, but could arrive at no satisfactory
conclusion regarding it. She finally tried to dismiss the matter by
ascribing it to over-sensitiveness on her part, but every now and then
it haunted her like an offending spectre.

"I always look at the bulletin board, no matter what happens," declared
Miriam emphatically. "I must hurry upstairs and impart the glorious news
to Elfreda. We had elected to spend Saturday afternoon in moving our
furniture about, hoping to gain a few square inches of room space, but
we'll have to postpone doing it. We can do it the first rainy Saturday.
Hurry along with your paper and come upstairs. I'm going to make tea,
and I've acquired a new kind of cakes. They're chocolate covered and
taste like home and mother."

After Miriam had gone upstairs Grace sat staring at her theme with
unseeing eyes. Disagreeable thoughts would come, and try as she might
she could not drive them away. She had been snubbed and she could not
forget it. Giving herself a little impatient shake she turned her
attention to her theme and went on writing rapidly. Half an hour later
she folded it neatly, placed it inside one of her books, and went slowly
upstairs. She found Miriam, Anne and Elfreda seated on the floor deep in
tea drinking. Before them was a plate piled high with the new kind of
cakes, and a five-pound box of candy that Elfreda had received from New
York that morning.

"Sit down here, Grace," invited Anne, making room for her friend. "Give
her some tea this minute, Miriam. She is a working woman and needs
nourishment. Did you finish your theme, dear?"