“It was just before Easter,” she began, “and we were playing the Whitehead team. I came in the second half; the score was a tie and we couldn’t make a point. The other team had a free throw on account of our foul and Jane—she’s our forward—told me to watch, and when she threw her braid over her right shoulder, to throw high. Well, I watched and did as she told me, and we made a goal.”
“How terribly exciting!” murmured Lois without changing a muscle of her face. “And you just won the game by a single point?”
“Yes, it was thrilling,” May agreed. “Of course if Esther hadn’t had to have gotten out of the game, we would have made more points; they know each other’s signals so well.”
“And signals make such a difference,” Betty remarked, giving Polly’s arm a surreptitious pinch.
Polly smiled in reply and in a few minutes excused herself.
“There is something rather important that I must attend to before luncheon,” she explained.
Fifteen minutes later, on her way to the dining-room she slipped a note into Louise’s hand.
“Read it when you are alone,” she whispered, and this is what Louise read:
“The two forwards signal with their braids. Over the right shoulder, means throw high. Tell Madelaine and Mary to watch.”
The game was scheduled to start at 3 o’clock