inning through the
air toward the sophomore nearest their basket, whose willing hands
received it and threw it home.

Mignon's trickery had availed her little. The sophomores had won.

CHAPTER XIV

WHAT HAPPENED ON BLUE MONDAY

For the next ten minutes the air was rent with the lusty voices of the
sophomore chorus and the joyous cheers of their fans. No echoing song
arose from freshman lips. The vanquished team had already betaken
themselves to their quarters, but the sophomore players were holding an
impromptu reception on the ground they had so hotly contested.

Marjorie and Constance watched them eagerly.

"Go downstairs, girls, and join the hero worshipers," smiled Miss
Archer. "We will excuse you, won't we, Mrs. Dean?"

"Yes; after the fervent manner in which they hung over the railing it
would be cruel to keep them with us," smiled Mrs. Dean.

"Let's find Jerry and Irma," said Marjorie, as they paused in the open
doorway of the gymnasium.

Hardly had she spoken, when Jerry's unmistakable tones rose behind her.
The stout girl was talking excitedly, a rising note of indignation in
her voice.

"I tell you I saw her push against Ellen Seymour," she declared. "You
must have seen her, too, Irma."

"I thought so," admitted Irma, "but I wasn't sure."

"Well, I was. Oh, girls, we were just going upstairs to find you! Now
that you're here, let's go into the gym, and join the celebration. I
don't know how you feel about it, but I'm glad the sophomores won,"
Jerry ended, with an emphatic wag of her head.

"Listen, Jerry," said Marjorie, earnestly, "you were talking so loudly
when you were behind us that I couldn't help hearing you. Did it seem to
you as though Mignon deliberately pushed against Ellen Seymour?"

"I know she did," reiterated Jerry. "I watched her, for she is always
unfair and tricky. Anyone who has ever played on a team could tell. I'm
surprised that you----" She stopped abruptly. "I believe you saw her,
too. Confess, you did see her; now, didn't you?"

Marjorie nodded.

"Now's your chance to get even with her. Let's go to Miss Archer and
tell her," proposed the stout girl. "She'll send for Ellen Seymour and
then, good-bye freshman basketball for a while. But what do you care?
You aren't on the team any more. It would serve them right at that."

"Oh, no," Marjorie looked her horror at the bare idea of tale-bearing.

"Just as you say," shrugged Jerry. They were still standing just i