"I'm proud of you, Tiddledewinks," Uncle Roddy said, "and Lois, too. You have a splendid eye. That last goal was well made." He put his hand on her shoulder.
"I'm dumbfounded!" the doctor exclaimed. "I had no idea girls did anything as strenuous as this."
"You must be tired out?" Mrs. Farwell said, "and you'll catch cold. Do hurry back to school and change."
Polly and Lois started.
"I wish Jim had been here," Lois called over her shoulder to Bob. "Perhaps he might have changed his mind about basket ball being a good enough girls' game," she said.
"He'll be here to-morrow," Bob replied. "And you can trust me to see that his mind is changed," he promised.
CHAPTER XIX
THE SENIOR DANCE
History classroom, converted temporarily into a dressing room, was a scene of busy confusion. The Seniors were being "made up"—a woman had come from New York especially for the purpose.