“That won’t make any difference to Arlington; he will be just as sore with Dick.”
In truth Chester was in bad humor. Having pulled on his sweater, he refused to accompany the rest of the team to the gymnasium when they retired there to bathe and change their clothes. He watched for his sister and her companions as they came down from the grand stand, and joined them.
“Well, what do you think?” he asked, with a sneering smile on his face. “Wasn’t that a fine game?”
“Oh, Chester, I am awfully sorry!” exclaimed June. “It was too bad!”
“Well, I am not sorry. I am glad of it! If those fellows had supported me right through the game the way they started off we might have won in a walk.”
“Just what I said,” agreed Zona. “I knew I was right about it!”
Seeing the mood her brother was in, June said nothing to arouse him further. As they left the grounds they found Mrs. Arlington’s carriage, with a driver on the seat, waiting outside.
“Come, girls,” said June; “there is room for all of us.”
Doris, however, who was on the verge of shedding tears over the game, was anxious to get away by herself, and declared she meant to make a short cut to Lakeside Academy.
“I will go with you,” said Zona. And they started off while Chester was helping his sister into the carriage.