ell them?" Evelin inquired. "Let's do it now. Goodness! I
remember how thrilled I was when I was put on last year."

"Let's call them out of the game; that'll make them feel so important,"
Lois suggested.

So Polly asked permission from Miss Stewart, the gym teacher, and Fanny
and Eleanor came over to them.

Polly, as captain, told them they had been chosen for the big team.
Eleanor had rather expected it. She was a good player, but she was
delighted and promised to try and make good.

But Fanny! No words can express her excited raptures. She couldn't
believe her good luck, and she sent the girls into peals of laughter by
solemnly asking Polly to take her oath on it.

"I knew she'd be rare," Betty exclaimed on their way back to school. "I
was sure she'd weep for joy."

"I hope it's all right," Lois said, doubtfully. "I wish she wasn't quite
so excitable." Lois played basket ball with her head.

"Oh, she'll be all right if she doesn't go at it too hard," Polly said,
assuringly. "Wonder if we have any mail?" She stopped before the Senior
letter box. "One for you, Lo, from your mother, and one for me. Let's go
in English room and read them. Mine's from Bob."

The other girls found their mail, and went up to their rooms.

Lois and Polly, left alone, opened their letters and read them through.

"Mother's is awfully short," Lois said, before Polly had finished hers.
"She says she knows something awfully nice that's going to happen
Thanksgiving, but she has promised Bob not to tell. What's yours about?"

"Oh, Lo! poor Bobbie has sprained his ankle and he can't run any more."
Polly's voice trembled. "I'll read you what he says:

"Dear Old Polly:

"Telegraphing congratulations is no good. It costs too much to be
eloquent. Besides, I've a lot of things I want to say, but, first
of all, Three Cheers for you. Seddon Hall is darn lucky to have
such a corking little captain--and you'll lead them to victory and
have your name on the cup. Make them put it on extra large."

"Old tease," Polly laughed, and Lois said: "Just like Bob."

"And now, I'm going to talk about myself. Two weeks ago I sprained
all the ligaments in my foot, and--well, there's not much use my
trying to be cheerful about it--not to you anyway. It means I
probably won't be able to run again--and so, good-by to my hopes
of winning my H. Remember the long talks we used to have about it?
I guess