"Oh, thank goodness!" Eleanor exclaimed. "I've lost my nerve."
"Get ready, Maud," Polly said, going over to the subs; "you've got a hard job ahead."
"Righto!" Maud said, instantly; and Polly walked over to Fanny. She was crying on Betty's shoulder.
"Take me out," she sobbed, as Polly came up. "I'm no good on earth."
"You are quite right; you aren't," Polly replied, sternly. "I never saw such a silly exhibition of flunk. If I had any one to put in your place, I would; but you know I haven't."
Betty looked up in surprise. She thought Polly was being a little too hard on poor Fanny.
"I never saw such poor plays in my life," Polly continued, relentlessly. "You seemed to enjoy flunking. If you'd stop thinking of Jack and John and the rest of your admirers and pay a little attention to the game, we might stand a chance," she concluded, coldly.
"Why, Polly!" Fanny dried her eyes. "You shouldn't talk to me like that. I did the best I could, and I wasn't thinking of boys," she denied, angrily, "and you know it."
Polly refused to even listen. She turned her back on Fanny and sat down beside Lois.
"And that's all right," she said contentedly.