pencil, she ran the thick end along the edge of the desk,
as if she were giving the teacher only a small part of her attention.
Miss Phillips noticed and was annoyed, but she said nothing. She
realized that even the loveliest characters experience perverse moods.

"I have decided on yourself, Ruth Henry, Ethel Todd, Frances Wright,
and Mae VanHorn for forwards; Edith Evans and Marian Guard for two of
the half-backs, and Lily Andrews for goal. That leaves one half-back and
two full-backs yet to be chosen, and I think we ought to have about five
substitutes. Now whom do you suggest? Let's think of each class in
turn."

Marjorie concentrated her attention upon the matter at hand, and thought
hard.

"Is Helen Stewart's ankle all right by now?" she asked. The latter, who
was to have been the heroine in the play at the last Commencement, had
sprained her ankle the day that the Scouts had entertained a group of
settlement children, and had been obliged to give up athletics for a
while. Apparently, however, she was all right now.

"Yes; but it isn't very strong. Suppose we put her as one of the
substitutes?"

"All right," agreed Marjorie.

"And there's nobody else in the senior class."

"No."

"Nor in the junior. Ada Mearns could play well, if she would only try,
but she won't bother. Now what do you think about your own class?"

"Could Doris Sands possibly----?"

"Marjorie!" reproved Miss Phillips. "You're letting your personal
feelings enter into the consideration. Doris Sands is very sweet and
very capable, but--she's no hockey player!"

"That's true," admitted Marjorie. "Well, how about Evelyn Hopkins? She
never seems to get anything."

But again the teacher shook her head. "Evelyn doesn't go about things
right," she answered. "Individually, she's a good player, but she's
miserable in team work. Evelyn plays selfishly."

Marjorie smiled; Miss Phillips seemed to sum up the girl's character
correctly.

"Of course, Mae's new; do you think she will make good, Captain?"

"There's no doubt about it," replied Miss Phillips positively; "making
the sorority last year was bad for Mae VanHorn, but losing out on the
Scout troop was a good thing. All of her best friends are Scouts, and
she certainly has buckled down to work well. The other teachers tell me
she is getting along beautifully thus far in her lessons."

"We can never get seven girls out of the freshman class!" remarked
Marjorie, skeptically.

"Then we