“I am awfully sorry you didn’t get a chance to play,” she said.
“I’m kind of glad,” Lois replied. “Now, perhaps, we will both play on Field Day.”
“Here, here, what are you daring to suggest?” demanded Louise Preston from the doorway. She was followed by the rest of the team. They had waited to see the Whitehead girls off and then changed from their gym suits before coming to see the heroine of the day.
“Oh, I was only hoping a couple of you big team girls would give us subs a chance on Field Day. You are dreadfully selfish, you know,” Lois replied.
Polly smiled happily at her captain.
“Well, you did win the game without me, Louise, didn’t you?” she asked.
“How do you make that out?” Florence Guile
demanded. “I think you had a pretty big hand in it. If you hadn’t been so plucky and kept so still about the fire, we’d have all been frightened to death and the game never would have been even finished.”
“Florence is right,” agreed everybody. “Three long cheers for plucky Polly!”
“To the victor belongs the spoils,” laughed Louise. When the girls had stopped cheering: “Here’s the cup. I brought it up to show you, and you may keep it as long as you like.”