test.
Among them was Phyllis Moore. Further, she was given the position of
center and roundly complimented by the director for what he termed her
"whirlwind" playing. This triumph pleased boyish Phyllis far more than
winning the class presidency could have done. Barbara Severn, the
Baltimore freshie, who Marjorie had looked out for on her arrival at
Hamilton, won the position of right guard, and was also praised for her
work.

Once the team was chosen the director put them through fifteen minutes
of snappy play. Their fast and nimble work elicited rousing cheers from
the large audience of students who had dropped in to witness the
try-out.

"Isn't it great that both Phil and Barbara won?" bubbled Robin Page.
Half a dozen Silverton Hall girls had joined Marjorie's group after the
try-out, preparatory to giving the successful aspirants a special
ovation as soon as they should leave the floor. "Phil and Barbara are
awfully chummy, so they'll be pleased to the skies."

"I think they are a great combination," returned Jerry. "They are our
catches. We hooked them when we went freshie fishing. I like the way
they look after Anna Towne, too. She is lucky to have them for pals."

"Phil is very fond of her, you know," smiled Robin, "and Barbara is a
dear. She is a real Southern aristocrat. She has the gentlest, kindest
ways and the sweetest voice! She and Phil are the really great hopes of
the freshman class, I think."

"You know what the Bible says about the little leaven leavening the
whole lump." Jerry spoke with sudden seriousness. "Maybe Phil and
Barbara will turn out to be the particular kind of leaven the freshies
need. I suppose they wouldn't feel especially complimented at being
classed as a 'lump,' but then what they don't hear will never hurt
them," she added, her serious face breaking into its irresistible little
grin.

"I only hope we do as well tomorrow as Phil and Barbara," Muriel said
irrelevently, her brown eyes fixed in some trepidation on the alert
director. "That man's eyes seem to be everywhere at once. Nothing gets
by him."

"We will have to hustle if we expect recognition from him, I know that.
There are some fine players among the sophs, too. You know how well that
team chosen after the fuss with Miss Reid could play. I think Robin is
a better player than I," Marjorie turned to Robin with a smile.

"No, siree! I have heard marvelous reports of your playing," differed
Robin with energy.

"You h