d. "They can't hear you, you
know. Do sit down and don't look if it frightens you."

By this time Frank was up and doing wonders. Lois gave a sigh of relief.

"Football's a savage game," she said, indignantly. And Mrs. Farwell
agreed with her. She had been thankful beyond words that Bob had not
gone out for the team--running was sufficiently dangerous. It was to her
lasting credit that she had thought of Bob's feelings first, instead of
her own, when news came of his hurt foot.

Putting Frank in the game made a decided difference. The Orange and
Black began to gain. They fought and contested every inch, but the
Crimson triumphed.

Polly's eyes reflected the light of victory as the last longed for
whistle blew. She shouted and went quite mad with all the rest.

"What a game! Oh, Bob, what a game!" she cried as they started for their
exit. "I'll never be able to thank you enough for taking me. I'm nearly
dead from excitement, though."

Bob, in his exuberance, slapped her on the back.

"Good for you, Polly; you ought to have been a boy, shouldn't she, Jim?"
he demanded.

"Why, I can't see that there's any room for improvement, if you ask me,"
Jim said gallantly. And Bob gnashed his teeth.

They all had dinner at the hotel that night, and went to the theater
again, but it is a question whether any of them could tell you what they
saw, for the music acted only as a sort of fitting background as they
went over and over again, each play of the wonderful game.

That is, Polly and Bob and Jim. Lois had only one comment to make:

"Princeton lost," she granted them, "but it was only because they hadn't
the sense to put Frank in sooner." And Bob admitted there might be a
degree of truth in what she said.

CHAPTER VI

MAUD

The rest of Thanksgiving vacation was so pale in comparison with the
game that it is not worth recounting. Only one thing of lasting
importance occurred.

Sunday morning, while Lois and Polly were still in bed--Lois was staying
with Polly at Uncle Roddy's apartment on Riverside Drive--the bell rang.
Mrs. Bent the housekeeper opened the door and Mrs. Farwell walked in.

"Good morning," she said hurriedly--and catching sight of Mr. Pendleton
in the library--added, "I know I'm much too early for dinner, Roddy--the
doctor said you wouldn't be up, but I have such exciting news for the
girls. Where are they?"

"Still in bed. I think they're having breakfast. You might go see. Tell
me about