nside
the door watching the sophomore team receiving congratulations, when
they beheld a familiar figure in a black gymnasium suit pause squarely
in front of Ellen Seymour. They saw Ellen start angrily, then a confused
murmur of voices arose and the circle of fans and players closed in
about the two girls.

"What's happened?" demanded Jerry. "Come on, girls." She hurried toward
the crowd, the three girls at her heels. Even as they joined the throng
they heard Mignon declare in a tone freighted with malice! "You
purposely pushed against me when we ran for the ball in our last play
and nearly threw me off my feet. You know that deliberate pushing,
striking or any kind of roughness is forbidden, and you could be
disqualified as a player. I do not know where the referee's eyes were, I
am sure, but I do know that you are not fit to be on a team, and I can
prove it by the other players of my team. I shall certainly complain to
Miss Archer about it the first thing Monday morning."

"All right, I'll meet you in Miss Archer's office the first thing after
chapel," answered Ellen, coolly, ignoring everything save the French
girl's final threat. "Come along, girls." She beckoned to the other
members of her team, who had listened in blank amazement to the bold
accusation. With her head held high, a careless smile on her fine face,
Ellen marched through the crowd, which made way for her, and across the
gymnasium to the sophomores' room, accompanied by her team.

"Isn't that a shame?" burst out Jerry. "Ellen will have an awful time to
prove herself innocent. She never touched Mignon. It was Mignon who
pushed her away. I saw her with my own eyes, and so did you, Marjorie.
Say," she looked blankly at Marjorie, "do you suppose it's our duty to
go to Miss Archer and tell her what we saw?"

"I--don't--know." The words came doubtfully. "Perhaps it will all blow
over. I hate to carry tales. Suppose we wait until Monday and see?
Mignon may change her mind. Even if she doesn't, Miss Archer may not
listen to her. But, if she should, then we'll have to do it, Jerry. It
wouldn't be fair to Ellen to keep still about it; I heard Miss Archer
tell mother Monday that she would not tolerate the least bit of
roughness in the girls' games. She knew of several schools where girls
had been tripped or knocked down and seriously hurt. She said that if
any reports of rough playing were brought to her she would 'deal
severely with the offender.' Those were