“It was certainly a relief when you came in,” sighed Madelaine. “Mary and I were almost all in.”
“I’d given the game up for lost,” Louise continued, putting her arm around Polly and Lois
and smiling gratefully at Betty, “until you started those wonderful passes. You must have done an awful amount of practicing that I didn’t dream of,” she added.
The three girls looked at one another and grinned foolishly, and Betty said:
“Certainly not!’
“Wasn’t that a wonderful catch Mary made?” asked Lois.
“Yes; but did you see the high one Florence stopped?”
“Poor old Florence; how’s her nose?”
“That Fenwick center almost killed me.”
And a thousand other questions were asked and answered, and to the splash, splash of the water as it ran in their tubs, the victorious team played the game over again in words.