more year in high school was spoiled through standing
up for me. That's why I'm so determined to make you look out for your
own interests."

While Anne was earnestly urging Grace to action, Grace was frantically
rummaging in her closet for her blue dress. It was several minutes
before she found it. If the blue dress could have spoken it would have
borne witness to the fact that its owner dashed her hand suspiciously
across her eyes before emerging from the closet with it over her arm.

CHAPTER X

THE MAKING OF THE TEAM

Saturday dawned clear and sunshiny. It was an ideal autumn day, and
luncheon at Wayne Hall was eaten rapidly. Everyone was eager to give an
opinion regarding the basketball try out, and with one or two exceptions
each girl cherished the secret hope of making the team. Anne was one of
the exceptions. She had no basketball yearnings. She was ready and
willing to be an enthusiastic and loyal fan, but aside from walking and
dancing she had no desire to take an active part in college sports. She
was extremely proud of Miriam's and Grace's fine playing, however, and
never doubted for an instant that both girls would make the team. "I'm
sure you and Miriam will be chosen," she asserted to Grace, as the
latter stood before her mirror, viewing herself in her new felt walking
hat, that had arrived that morning.

The two friends had run up to their room after luncheon to hurry into
their coats and hats, preparatory to going to Exeter Field. Anne eyed
Grace admiringly. "Your new hat is so becoming," she said.

"I think yours is ever so pretty, too," returned Grace. "It looks like
new. No one would know that you bought it last season. You take such
good care of your clothes, Anne. I wish I could take as good care of
mine. I hang them up and keep them in repair, but somehow they just wear
out all at once."

"Don't stop to mourn over wearing out your clothes on this gala day,"
laughed Miriam Nesbit, who had appeared in the open door in time to hear
Grace's plaintive assertion. She was wearing a becoming suit of blue and
a blue hat to match.

"Where's Elfreda?" asked Grace. "She's going, too, isn't she?"

Miriam nodded, then said slyly, "If she ever gets ready."

Just then an anguished voice called out, "Miriam, please come back. That
pin you fastened in the back of my waist is sticking me and I can't
reach it."

Miriam flew to the rescue, smothering an involuntary laugh as she ran.
Five minutes la