re coming back.

"See Laurie limp!"

"Their other home--the one with the red hair--looks as fresh as a May
morning."

"Well, so does T. Reed."

"We have a fighting chance yet."

Thus the freshman gallery.

But the second half opened with the rapid winning of three goals by the
sophomores. Cornelia Thompson had evidently made up her mind that nobody
so small as T. Reed should get away from her and mar the reputation of
her famous "ever moving and ever present" elbow. The other freshman
centres were over-matched, and once Marion Lawrence and the red-haired
home got the ball between them, a goal was practically a certainty.

"Play!" called Miss Andrews for the fourth time.

T. Reed's eyes flashed and her lips shut into a narrow determined line.
Another freshman centre got the ball and passed it successfully to T.
Reed, who gave it a pounding blow toward the freshman basket. A
sophomore guard knocked it out of Rachel Morrison's hands, and it rolled
on to the stage. There was a wild scuffle and the freshman balcony broke
into tumultuous cheering, for a home who had missed all her previous
chances had clutched it from under the president's chair and had scored
at last.

A moment later she did it again. There was a pause while a freshman
guard was carried off with a twisted ankle and Katherine Kittredge ran
to her place. Then the sophomores scored twice. Then the freshmen did
likewise. "Time!" called Miss Andrews sharply. The game was over.

"Score!" shrieked the galleries.

Then the freshmen bravely began to sing their team song,

"There is a team of great renown."

They were beaten, of course, but they were proud of that team.

"The freshmen score one goal on fouls. Score, six to eight in favor of
the purple," announced Miss Andrews after a moment. "And I want to
say----"

It was unpardonably rude, but they could not help interrupting to cheer.

"That I am proud of all the players. It was a splendid game," she
finished, when the thoughtful ones had hushed the rest.

Then they cheered again. The sophomore team were carrying their captain
around the gym on their shoulders; the freshmen, gathered in a brave
little group, were winking hard and cheering with the rest. The gallery
was emptying itself with incredible rapidity on to the floor. The stage
was watching, and wishing--some of it--that it could go down on the
floor and shriek and sing and be young and foolish generally.

Betty and Helen ran down