Seddon Hall had made a hard fight and when the time was up the score on the board was 10 to 8 in their favor. Betty had surprised everybody by her good work. She had not given the other center a chance at the ball and she had made only one foul. Perhaps the thought of Polly waiting anxiously in the infirmary for news of the game had spurred her on. Before the game started she had said to Lois:
“I may be in a blue funk, but won this game shall be, if I have anything to say about it. Polly shan’t be disappointed.”
And Betty had kept her word. She had managed the passes so well that Louise, who at the beginning of the game had been in a fever of apprehension, had almost wept with joy.
As Mrs. Baird entered they were cheering the losing team. With a few well-chosen words of congratulations, she presented the cup to Louise Preston, and finished with a brief account of the fire and the part Polly had played in it.
Useless to try to describe the girls’ enthusiasm; they cheered and cheered. Mrs. Baird dispatched
Lois and Betty to tell Polly the score, and the rest of the girls stood under the infirmary window and sang to her until their throats were hoarse.
Betty and Lois, still in their gym suits, sat on the end of her bed and told her all about the game.
“Betty, darling, if you were not so hot and dirty I think I could eat you,” Polly exclaimed. “Think of your making only one little foul. Oh, but I’m proud of you!”
“Well, you see, you told Louise to put me on the team in your place,” Betty explained, “and I had to make good.”
Polly turned to Lois: