The list of names had been posted Wednesday morning and the girls had come in for their share of congratulations, but every one felt that the real excitement would come on Friday.
Wednesday, as soon as Miss Hale dismissed them (the Freshmen had Latin the last period, and the Spartan had the most aggravating way of not
hearing the bell), Lois, Polly and Betty dashed for the gym.
As they entered, Miss Stuart, the gym teacher, called to them:
“Seven and you three girls make ten. We need two more for a game. Some one go and get Angela and Connie; tell them I think they need some exercise.”
Miss Stuart was a large, handsome woman, with a firm but good-natured face. She was renowned for her fairness, and no one had ever even criticized one of her decisions. She had no favorites, and the girls all liked her tremendously.
In a few minutes Betty, who had gone off to search for Angela and Connie, came back, dragging them each by an arm.
“Here they are,” she called. “What’ll I do with them?”
“Better superintend their getting into their gym suits,” answered Miss Stuart, “and make them hurry.”
Ten minutes later she blew the whistle and tossed up the ball.