ard, and I suppose we should talk to them
about being so rude to Fanny. What do you suppose they really said?"

Jane and Phylis were sitting in front of the lockers. They saw the two
Seniors coming towards them, but, because they were very much
embarrassed, they pretended they didn't.

Lois started the conversation, rather abruptly. She was afraid to let
Polly say much. Polly was a little bit too frank in her opinion, and
Lois dreaded hurt feelings above all things.

"We found your flowers in our room Saturday night," she said, smiling.
"They were very pretty, and we want to thank you for them."

"But you mustn't send any more," Polly put in, quite gently for her. "We
really appreciate the thought, but-- Well, you both know how easy it is
for all the rest of the girls to cry-- Crush-- Crush."

"Oh, but we didn't, haven't," Jane and Phylis blurted out, "really,
Polly."

"Of course you haven't a crush," Lois said, soothingly. "We know that
you don't believe in them, or you would never have lectured Fanny so
about sentimentality, yesterday."

Polly gasped; was Lois really sarcastic--personally--she preferred the
direct attack.

"You know," she began firmly, "you had no right to talk that way to a
Junior--it was disrespectful, and Fanny had a right to be angry."

Jane and Phylis hung their heads.

"I know it; we didn't really mean to be fresh," Jane said,
apologetically. "We just thought maybe Fanny was homesick, and we'd
cheer her up."

"We were going in to advise her who to vote for as captain, really,"
Phylis took up the tale, "but she wouldn't give us a chance. After we
hinted that she shouldn't be boy crazy she sent us out. It doesn't
really matter; she'll vote for you--" Phylis stopped. Tears of
mortification came to her eyes. "Anyway," she finished, hastily, "we
won't send you any more flowers, if you don't want us to, and, honestly,
we won't have a crush."

Polly laughed good naturedly and put her arm around Phylis' shoulder.

"That's all right; we don't want you to; but, I'll tell you something.
If you would really like to do something we would like--learn to play a
good game of basket ball. You might be needed some day."

"Poll, what made you hold out hopes to those children?" Lois asked
later, as they waited for their tubs to fill. They had played basket
ball with some of the old girls after they had left Jane and Phylis.

"Because I thought they needed something to think about besides hurt
fee