nd the
dressier girls of the older classes, gabbled a deal more than was good
for them about their "figures," and studied the fashion-plates too much.

But there were the warm dressing rooms in the boathouse for the girls to
change in, and those who entered for the ten-lap race took advantage of
these rooms to lay aside any garment that trammeled their movements.
They all realized that it was an endurance test.

Thirty-eight girls were called by Miss Etching to line up for the long
race. Some of them, of course, didn't have a ghost of a show for honors
in the trial of speed and endurance; but they wanted to show what they
could do.

Jennie Bruce herself was one of the contestants; but, as she told Nancy,
she didn't expect to go half the distance. Some of the seniors who were
in earnest remarked that they didn't see the use in letting the
"greenies" clutter up the ice. But Miss Etching had announced it as a
free-for-all race and the big girls could not freeze out the contestants
from the younger classes.

Indeed, the classes were each backing their own champions. The seniors
were strongly for Corinne Pevay, who had recovered her breath and
promised to bring home the prize. Carrie Littlefield was a favorite with
the class that would graduate the next June from Pinewood Hall, too.

The juniors had half a dozen girls who all believed they could bear off
the palm. Judy Craig was being "rooted" for by the sophomores. Of
course, none of the three upper classes believed that a freshman had a
chance; but Grace Montgomery had reserved herself all the evening for
this contest, and now her friends were noisily declaring that she could
win "if she tried."

"She'd better try, then," observed Jennie, with a laugh. "And try mighty
hard, too. Some of those big girls have raced before and they have
trained several terms under Miss Etching."

"You're not loyal to the class," declared Cora Rathmore, sharply.

"I should worry! I'd like to see a freshman win; but Grace hasn't a
chance."

"She'll show you," cried Sally, Jennie's former roommate. "Grace
Montgomery is a splendid skater. And you've never seen her really let
herself out."

"Say! she 'lets herself out' every time she speaks," growled Jennie. "We
all know what she is--bluff and bluster!"

"Is that so, Miss Smartie!" exclaimed Cora Rathmore, standing up for the
girl she toadied to. "Let me tell you that Grace is the most popular
girl in our class. Wait till we have ele