Mimi’s eyes followed Betsy’s finger.
“Do you see what I see?”
“Ugh!—Uniforms—almost like ours.”
Betsy was pointing to the rows and rows of Ward-Belmont girls.
“I can almost see Mrs. Cole! Betsy, you old meanie!”
The rain held off until the show between halves was over. Mimi would be thankful for that always. This was her first big game and the show of the Pep Squad and the band was a brand new thrill. Marching feet, martial music, perfectly timed yells. Mimi could not keep her eyes from the cheer leaders. She watched their every move. When she got back to Sheridan she would try some of those antics herself. Forming of the great V and the singing of “Alma Mater” took Mimi’s breath. She stood reverently and throbbed to every note.
Before the last words were finished the rain which had been threatening since noon began. It came in torrents. This was the only unpleasant thing of the whole trip.
“Shall we leave?” Jack asked.
“No, no, a thousand times no,” came three answers.
Jack turned his coat wrong side out and turned his hat down. The girls buttoned up their coats. Mimi wished for her old felt hat so she could turn it down. A trickle from the beret was tickling her nose. She squinted her eyes. She was glad she didn’t use make-up or her face would look streaked and ugly as some of the ladies who had looked so lovely in the sunshine.