MUMPS
"Cheer up, Polly! it can't be as bad as all that," Betty said, laughing, in spite of herself. For the spectacle of her friend's woe-begone expression was too exaggerated to be funny.
"I didn't think the game was so bad," Lois remarked, cheerfully; "nothing to worry over."
They had just returned from the gym, where the regular team had been practicing in preparation for the coming indoor meet.
February was almost at an end, and the girls had completely recovered from the Junior Prom. The date for the game was settled, and Seddon Hall was to play the Whitehead school team the following week.
"If we were only playing in our own gym," Polly said, forlornly, "we might have a chance; but to have to travel for an hour on the train first, have luncheon in a new place, and then play in a strange gym, why we'll none of us be up to our best."
"You talk as if we were all very nervous and highly strung children," Betty said, impatiently. "We've all played in other gyms before."
"Fanny never has," Lois reminded her.
"Well, what of it? She won't get scared. I know her better than you do," Betty insisted. "We've two more days to practice, anyway."
"Two more days? Do you suppose that's enough time for Eleanor to learn not to make fouls, and for Fanny to learn your passes?" Polly demanded. "It's all very well for you to be cheerful; you're not captain."