lmott, alone of her team, did not wear a pink rosette. She
wanted one badly, but she had not quite liked to ask for one, and the
three little girls who were selling them carefully refrained from
coming near the girl who was known as a coward and a sneak throughout
the school. Gerry looked at them very wistfully once or twice when
they were in her vicinity, but in spite of her desire to be decorated
with the colours of the dormitory for which she was to play, she did
not dare to risk a rebuff by going up to them. She would have gone
favourless up to the field itself if it had not been for Monica Deane,
her next-door neighbour in the dormitory. Monica had purchased a
favour quite early in the day, much to the distress of little Vera
Davies, her devoted admirer, who presented her with one just before the
match began, which she had made herself.

"Please, Monica, wear mine!" pleaded the little girl, coming into
Monica's cubicle where the senior was changing into the gym dress which
was the regulation hockey kit at Wakehurst Priory. "I begged a bit of
the ribbon from Gladys and Betty and Marjorie, and made it for you all
myself, to bring you luck! Please take your other one off and wear
mine!"

"All right, kiddie, of course I'll have to wear it since you made it
for me yourself," said Monica good-naturedly. "I'll give the other one
away to somebody else, if there's anybody left in the school who hasn't
got one."

Then a sudden thought struck her.

"Gerry, have you got one, or would you like mine?" she called over the
cubicle wall, remembering that she had seen the Lower Fifth girl
undecorated earlier in the day.

"No; I haven't got one. I'd like it very much," answered Gerry, in
rather a low voice. The next moment the small pink favour came
fluttering over the partition that divided her cubicle from Monica's.

"There you are, then," said the senior girl.

Gerry caught the precious bit of ribbon and pinned it on to the tunic
of her gym dress with an odd feeling of pleasure in her heart. It
seemed to her a happy omen that she should be able to wear her
dormitory colours after all.

"Thanks awfully, Monica," she said gratefully. "I'll pay you the
twopence for it sometime."

"You just won't, then!" said Monica gaily. "It's a present to bring
you luck. Vera says it's much more lucky to have your favours given to
you than it is to buy them for yourself. So, with two of us wearing
lucky ribbons, the Pink D