On that day Molly came to the breakfast table a little late, both flushed and excited.
“Well! it’s all over, girls,” she confided to the table in general.
“What’s all over—the sky?” giggled one of her hearers.
“The contest for the first team. Miss Crossleigh has just written up the names on the gym board. It’s all over but the shouting.”
“Oh! who’s got it?” cried two or three at once.
Maude stopped eating and flashed a look at Molly. “I’d like to know what you know about it?” she demanded.
“I tell you Miss Crossleigh has just written up the names of the girls who will play Jackson City next week.”
“Who’s the new one? Not you, Molly, I’ll be bound,” cried Stella Price.
Molly could no longer control her smiles. Yet she said, a bit ruefully:
“Not guilty! Poor lil’ Molly wins not, of course. She never does.”