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"Oh, I did not stop at Miss Thompson's. I went to a higher authority. Mr.
Cole, the boys' principal, gave me a written permission. Here it is. Do
yon care to read it?" and Julia thrust the offending paper before Grace's
eyes.
This was the last straw. Grace dashed the paper to the floor, and turned
with flashing eyes to her tormentor.
"Miss Crosby," she said, "if Professor Cole had known that Miss Thompson
had given me permission to use the gymnasium, he would never have given
you this paper. You obtained it by a trick, which is your usual method of
gaining your ends. But I want you to understand that the sophomore class
will not tamely submit to such impositions. We evened our score with you
as freshmen, and we shall do it again this year as sophomores.
Furthermore, we mean to win every basketball game of the series, for we
should consider being beaten by the juniors the deepest possible disgrace.
I regret that we have agreed to play against an unworthy foe."
With her head held high, Grace walked from the gymnasium, followed by the
other members of her team, who were too indignant to notice that Miriam
had remained behind.
CHAPTER II
THE WAY OF THE TRANSGRESSOR
Once outside the gymnasium, Grace's dignity forsook her, and she felt a
wild desire to kick and scream like a small child. The contemptible
conduct of the junior team filled her with just rage. With a great effort
at self-control she turned to the other girls, who were holding an
indignation meeting in the corridor.
"Girls," she said, "I know just how you feel about this, and if we had
been boys there would have been a hand-to-hand conflict in the gymnasium
to-day."
"I wish we hadn't given in," said Nora, almost sobbing with anger.
"There was really nothing else to do," said Anne. "It is better to retire
with dignity than to indulge in a free-for-all fight."
"Yes," responded Grace, "it is. But when that insufferable Julia Crosby
poked Professor Cole's permit under my nose, I felt like taking her by the
shoulders and shaking her. What those juniors need is a good, sound
thrashing. That being utterly out of the question, the only thing to do is
to whitewash them at basketball."
"Three cheers for the valiant sophomores!" cried Nora, "On to victory!
Down with juniors!"
The cheers were given with a will, and by common consent the crowd of
girls moved on down the corridor that led to the locker room.
The sophomore locker room was the particular rendezvous of that class in
general. Here matters of state were discussed, class gossip retailed, and
class friendships cemented. It was in reality a sort of clubroom, and dear
to the heart of every girl in the class. To the girls in their present
state of mind it seemed the only place to go. They seated themselves on
the benches and Grace took the floor.
"Attention, fellow citizens and basketball artists," she called. "Do you
solemnly promise to exert yourselves to the utmost to repay the juniors
for this afternoon's work?"
"We do," was the answer.
"And will you pledge your sacred honor to whip the juniors, no matter what
happens!"
"We will," responded the girls.
"Anne!" called Grace. "You and Jessica are not players, but you can pledge
your loyalty to the team anyhow. I want you to be in this, too. Hold up
your right hands."
"We will be loyal," said both girls, holding up their right hands,
laughing meanwhile at Grace's serious expression.
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