And she read the message. "Lois wired me the good news. Hearty
congratulations, and good luck. Bob."

"Don't call me a wretch." Lois protested, with a wicked grin. "Bob made
me vow I'd wire him the minute little Polly was elected."

For the rest of the meal Polly was teased unmercifully.

After school the three held council, while she took down Lois' Princeton
banner--for a week was up--and triumphantly put up her own.

"I don't envy you your job, Polly," Betty began, "who are you going to
choose for your team?"

"Isn't it a blessing the Dorothys don't play?" Lois laughed, "or we'd
have to have them."

"Why the main team is easy," Polly said. "There's you and Bet, and
Evelin and myself already on it, and all Seniors; that only leaves two
more to choose, and they'll have to be Juniors. Let's get Evelin and go
over to the gym and see what's doing."

They found sweaters and caps, called Evelin, and started off. Angela met
them on the way.

"I'm going, too," she insisted; "even if I can't play, my advice is
invaluable."

When they reached the gym a game was under way, and much to their
surprise, Fanny Gerard was in the thick of it.

"Jemima! look at that!" Betty exclaimed, as she made a difficult basket.
"Now who'd have thought it!"

They had not seen much of Fanny in the last month. They had no idea she
had taken their ridicule to heart. She had rebelled against it at first,
and then, gradually, other interests had blotted out her resentment.
Lately she had been playing basket ball every day.

Evelin was the only one of the girls watching who was not surprised.

"She's the right build," she said, "and I know she's been at it all the
time--but, of course, she doesn't expect to make the team."

"She ought to. Look at that!" Lois drew attention to another play.
"Imagine any one apparently as slow and dreamy as she is, playing such
a rattling game. Let's put her down for a sub, anyway."

Polly, who had not been paying much attention to the rest, said
suddenly:

"We'll have to put her on the main team. We need two girls, and there's
only one other Junior besides Fanny who can play, and that's Eleanor
Trent. She was on the team at the school where she went last year. There
she is, the girl with the auburn hair. She's used to boys' rules, but
otherwise she's a good player."

"Jemima! two new girls!" Betty said dolefully. "Well, it can't be
helped. Certainly the old ones are a hopeless lot."

"When do we t