'll just appoint the best ones for the regular positions, and
trust to luck for substitutes till we have a regular game. It's all we
can do!"

"Well, Edith Evans' sister Florence can play almost any position," said
Marjorie. "She surely is a dandy girl; I think she'll be another like
Edith."

"Let's put her in for full-back; that's a mighty important position,"
suggested Miss Phillips. "And what do you think of Alice Endicott?
She's certainly worked hard!"

Marjorie's eyes brightened; she wanted that little homesick girl, whom
she had been pleased to call "her freshman," to win out. A shadow
crossed her face as she thought how she had neglected her lately, while
all her thoughts were centered on Frieda Hammer. And Alice appreciated
every little attention so much, while Frieda was so ungrateful.

"I'm so glad you think so," she said enthusiastically; "I have watched
her, too, and I think she could hold her own as half-back."

"Oh, that reminds me," exclaimed Miss Phillips, "I think Daisy Gravers
could play full-back."

The team was complete.

It became apparent that Marjorie was anxious to dismiss the subject, for
she rose to go.

"But we have only one substitute," remarked Miss Phillips.

Marjorie paused a moment before she replied. Then,

"What would you think of Barbara Hill?"

"Good--but erratic. Yes, she'd do for a sub forward. All right, then,
I'll notify the girls, and call a meeting to elect a captain. We must
beat Miss Martin's this year!"

Marjorie flushed at the recollection of the previous year's game, which,
she had always considered, she had lost for her school.

"Let's make everybody go into training this year!" she said, prompted by
the recollection.

"All right!" agreed Miss Phillips. Then, abruptly changing the subject,
she looked straight into Marjorie's eyes, and asked softly,

"What's the matter, Marjorie?"

The girl colored again under her scrutiny. But there was no use in
attempting to hide anything from the Captain.

"Oh, just about Frieda! I'm discouraged."

Miss Phillips rose, and laid her hand upon her shoulder.

"Don't worry, dear; it will be all right in the end. But it is a long
process. Anyhow, I have kept in close touch with Frieda's public school
teachers, and they say that she is attending to her work, and making
good headway. She even stays after school for extra instruction. And you
know, Marjorie, there is nothing--except perhaps religion--that can
change a pe