(And in spite of the gasp of surprise, Miss Stuart continued as if she had said nothing surprising.)
“‘Fifth, for center, Flora Illington, Sophomore.
Sixth, for jumping center, Marianna Pendleton, Freshman.’
“Congratulations, girls, and may—” Miss Stuart’s voice was completely drowned in the cheer that went up.
Some one dragged Connie to the piano, and for the rest of the evening they sang school and basket-ball songs and cheered all the six subs in turn.
Of course Polly and Lois were wildly happy, and the entire Freshman class shared in their joy. They boasted of having broken a record and reminded everybody of what might be expected of them when they were lofty Seniors.
It was only when Polly and Lois were alone in
their rooms after the “lights out” bell, that they remembered Betty.
Fifteen minutes later, when everything was very quiet along the corridor, two ghost-like figures stole out of two doors and met at a third across the way, and tapped gently.
Betty sat up in bed.
“Who is it?” she whispered.