In the stand sat Elsie Bellwood and Inza Burrage, both thrilled by the joy of it.
“Oh, Inza!” breathed Elsie; “isn’t it grand! Isn’t it just splendid to be at a game like this and see Frank and Bart on the field once more!”
Inza was no less moved.
“It’s like old times,” she answered. “Oh, the sweet, old days!”
Then she softly hummed:
“Oh, the days that have vanished forever—
The sweet, sunny days of the past!
They’ll come again back to us never,
They were happy—too happy to last!”
“But there are happier days in store for us all, Inza,” said Elsie. “I feel it—I know it!”