ts and the boys paid the
bills. There was a real orchestra, too. Of course all the teachers were
there, but the pokey ones went home early and the jolly ones, like Miss
Flint and Miss Atkins, stayed until the last dance.

There were countless other questions to ask, but the luncheon hour was
too short to admit of any lingering on the corner.

"I wish we had more time to talk," sighed Marjorie, reluctantly, as she
came to her street. "I'd love to hear more about the dance."

"We'll tell you all there is to tell after school," promised Jerry. "Oh,
no, we can't either. You'll have to go to that old basketball practice.
What a nuisance it is. And to think you have to play on the team with
Mignon, Muriel and Susan, after the way they've treated you. Why don't
you resign?"

"I don't believe I'll play next term," said Marjorie, slowly, "but I
feel as though I ought to stay on the team for the rest of this term.
Our game with the sophomores is set for two weeks from to-morrow; then,
I believe we are to play against two teams from nearby towns. It
wouldn't be fair to leave the team now, after having practiced with it."

"I don't believe I'd bother my head much about that part of it," sniffed
Jerry, "I'd just quit."

"No, you wouldn't, Geraldine Macy," laughed Irma. "You might grumble,
but you wouldn't be so hateful."

"You don't know how hateful I can be," warned Jerry. "Some other girls
are likely to find out, though."

"Good-bye. I must not stop here another second," declared Marjorie.

"Good-bye!" floated after her as she walked rapidly toward home.

"How goes it, Lieutenant?" asked her father, who, with her mother, was
already seated at the table as she entered the dining-room.

"Pretty well, thank you, General," she replied, touching her hand to her
curly head.

"I haven't heard you say a word about school for at least a week, my
dear," commented her mother. "Has the novelty of Sanford High worn off
so soon?"

"No, indeed, Captain," returned Marjorie, earnestly. "I'm finding out
new things every day." She did not add that some of the "new things" had
not been agreeable, nor did she volunteer any further information
concerning her school. This touch of reticence on the part of her
usually talkative daughter caused her mother to look at her searchingly
and wonder if Marjorie had something on her mind which in due season
would be brought to light. The subject of the dance returning to the
young girl's thoughts,