team. None of the aspirants could be classed as poor players, and it
took the approving director a trifle longer than at the previous try-out
to pick the team.

Muriel was among the first two fives to be called to the floor. Always
to be depended upon in bygone high school days, she had not fallen off
as a player. During the fifteen minutes of brisk play, she was
conspicuous by reason of her clever work with the ball. Watching her
eagerly, Marjorie could only hope to do as well when her turn came to
play.

At Sanford High School she had often been rated by enthusiastic fans as
the star player of the school. She had formerly loved the game and
played it with all her might. Now the old delightful fascination for it
thrilled her anew. She forgot everything save the fact that she was once
more to tussle for the ball. Robin Page had been called to the opposing
five. From the moment Professor Leonard put the ball in play at center
she and Marjorie amply demonstrated their right to be classed as stars.
Applause was not slow in coming from the interested spectators. The
sophs raised their voices in cries of "Robin Page! Marjorie Dean!--Who
are they? They're all right! Some players! Rah, rah, rah!" and similar
calls of noisy appreciation. Even Professor Leonard smiled at the racket
that ensued when Marjorie made a clever throw to basket after spiritedly
dodging her opponents.

When finally the try-out ended and the official soph team was named, it
consisted of Robin, Muriel, Marjorie, Grace Dearborn and Marie Peyton.
To Marjorie fell the honor of center and a more delighted, astonished
girl than she would have been hard to find.

"You deserve center," Robin delightedly wrung her hand. "You are a better
player than I and I don't mind a bit. Oh, Marjorie! Think what fun we
shall have whipping all the other teams. We have a wonderful five!"

This was the consensus of opinion. Knowing fans were already predicting
easy victories for the sophomore team that season. The moment the
winning five had been announced Lola Elster disappeared. Her
mortification at having failed to make the team would not permit her to
remain and meet the Sans. She knew Leslie Cairns would be disappointed,
and, consequently, in a bad humor. Her own state of chagrin was such
that a word from Leslie would have brought on a quarrel. Lola prudently
decided to vanish until the keen edge of Leslie's displeasure should
have worn itself off.

The fast playing