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Page 14
When Miriam reached home she immediately asked if David had come in.
Receiving an affirmative reply, she went from room to room looking for
him, and finally found him in the library. He was busy with a book on
aviation. She snatched the book from him, threw it across the room and
expressed her opinion of himself and his friends in very plain terms.
Without a word David picked up his book and walked out of the library,
leaving her in full possession of the field.
CHAPTER V
ON THE EVE OF BATTLE
But little time remained before the first basketball game of the series
between the sophomores and juniors. Both teams had been untiring in their
practice. There had been no further altercations between them as to the
use of the gymnasium, for the juniors, fearing the wrath of Miss Thompson,
were more circumspect in their behavior, and let the sophomore team
strictly alone.
"They are liable to break out at any time, you can trust them just as far
as you can see them and no farther, and that's the truth," cried Nora
O'Malley. The sophomore players were standing in the corridor outside the
gymnasium awaiting the pleasure of the juniors, whose practice time was
up.
"They are supposed to be out of here at four o'clock," continued Nora,
"and it's fifteen minutes past four now. They are loitering on purpose
They don't dare to do mean things openly since Miss Thompson lectured them
so, but they make up for it by being aggravating."
"Never mind, Nora," said Grace, smiling at Nora's outburst. "We'll whip
them off the face of the earth next Saturday."
"Well, I hope so," said Nora, "I am sure we are better players."
"What outrageous conceit," said Jessica, and the four girls laughed
merrily.
"By the way, Grace," said Anne, "I want to ask you something about that
list you gave me. I don't quite understand what one of those signals
means."
"Trot it out," said Grace. "I'll have time to tell you about it before the
practice actually begins."
Anne took out her purse and began searching for the list. It was not to be
found.
"Why, how strange," she said. "I was looking at it this morning on the way
to school. I wonder if I have lost it. That would be dreadful."
She turned her purse upside down, shaking it energetically, but no list
fell out.
"Oh, never mind," said Grace, seeing Anne's distress. "It's of no
consequence. No one will ever find it anyway. Suppose it were found, who
would know what it meant?"
"Yes, but one would know," persisted Anne, "because I wrote 'Sophomore
basketball signals' on the outside of it. Oh, dear, I don't see how I
could have been so careless."
"Poor little Anne," said Jessica, "she is always worried over something or
other."
"Now see here, Anne," said Grace, "just because you lost a letter last
term and had trouble over it, don't begin to mourn over those old signals.
No one will ever see them, and perhaps you haven't lost them. Maybe you'll
find them at home."
"Perhaps I shall," said Anne brightening.
"Now smile Anne," said Nora, "and forget your troubles. There is no use in
crossing bridges before you come to them."
This homely old saying seemed to console Anne, and soon she was eagerly
watching the work of the team, her brief anxiety forgotten.
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