'll have to return with the
defeated team."

"Will they surely be defeated?" Polly asked, seriously. "Bob, I think
I'll just die if Harvard doesn't win."

"Don't worry, we will," he assured her with perfect confidence. Then
followed another pause. They had reached the river, and Polly stopped.

"Bob!"

"What is it?"

"I'm awfully sorry about your foot; I can't tell you how sorry, because
words are so stupid; the right ones never come when you really want to
say something. But I _feel_ about it, oh, awfully! Isn't there even a
chance?"

"Yes, a little one," Bob said; "but not enough to matter. I can't start
training, and I'll be too stiff to do any good by Spring.

"Tough luck!" Polly laid her hand unconsciously on his arm. "Don't give
up, though. You may make good if you work awfully hard. May's ages off."

"Gee!" Bob delivered this inelegant exclamation with feeling. "Poll,
you're the best little sport I ever knew. You always understand. Any
other girl would have said that running was bad for my heart, and
expected me to be consoled."

Polly was overcome by such frank praise. She tried to think of
something to say, and finally decided on:

"Oh, rot! Isn't it time to go back?"

The theater that night was very amusing. Lois and Frank were in gales of
laughter every minute.

"If you laugh any more," Lois said, between the acts, "you'll never be
able to play to-morrow."

"But I won't have to play," Frank protested, "unless an awful lot of
awful things happen. Anyway, don't let's talk about it, honestly, Lois."
He lowered his voice, "I get cold all over when I think of it. I'm
almost sure I'd lose my nerve if I had to go in."

"You never would," Lois admonished, crisply. "You'd find it, any amount
of it, the minute you heard the signals. I hope--oh, how I hope you have
to play."

"Well, if I do," Frank grumbled, "it won't do me any good to remember
you're on the Harvard side."

"Now, you're silly," Lois teased. "What difference does it make where I
sit, so long as I root for Princeton?"

"Do you mean that?" Frank demanded. "Do you honestly want us to win?
Gee, that's great! I sort of thought, because of Bob--"

"Oh, Bob! Well, you see there's Polly," Lois said, demurely, just as
the curtain rose for the last act.

Thanksgiving morning was all glorious sunshine. There was not a single
cloud in the sky, and the air was just the right football temperature.

"Everything O. K., so far," Bob said, joyfu