"There will be more visitors than usual for to-morrow, won't there?" Mrs. Baird asked. "You'll have to win the game, Polly."
"If I don't, I'll hide somewhere and never show my face again," Polly answered. "Think how awful it would be to lose on our own floor, and with visitors to witness the defeat."
"Well, don't worry about it," Mrs. Baird advised. "You know the best team always wins."
"We beat last year. So this year it's their turn," Angela teased.
The next day the visitors began to arrive on the noon train. All morning the girls had been busy decorating the gym and practicing songs. By luncheon time everything was ready, and the Fenwick school team arrived in one big carryall, followed by another, filled with their friends and well-wishers. Polly, as captain, was so busy with her duties that she had only a minute now and then to think of the game.
Dr. and Mrs. Farwell came among the first guests and she and Lois happened to be in the front hall when they arrived.
"Where's Uncle Roddy?" Polly asked, after she had greeted them, "and where, oh, where is Bob?"
"Roddy will be up later," the doctor told her.
"And Bob may not be able to come," Mrs. Farwell explained. "You see he wants to be here surely for the dance—"
"Jim's coming too, isn't he?" Lois interrupted. "He wrote he would."