For the rest of the meal Polly was teased unmercifully.
After school the three held council, while she took down Lois' Princeton banner—for a week was up—and triumphantly put up her own.
"I don't envy you your job, Polly," Betty began, "who are you going to choose for your team?"
"Isn't it a blessing the Dorothys don't play?" Lois laughed, "or we'd have to have them."
"Why the main team is easy," Polly said. "There's you and Bet, and Evelin and myself already on it, and all Seniors; that only leaves two more to choose, and they'll have to be Juniors. Let's get Evelin and go over to the gym and see what's doing."
They found sweaters and caps, called Evelin, and started off. Angela met them on the way.
"I'm going, too," she insisted; "even if I can't play, my advice is invaluable."
When they reached the gym a game was under way, and much to their surprise, Fanny Gerard was in the thick of it.
"Jemima! look at that!" Betty exclaimed, as she made a difficult basket. "Now who'd have thought it!"
They had not seen much of Fanny in the last month. They had no idea she had taken their ridicule to heart. She had rebelled against it at first, and then, gradually, other interests had blotted out her resentment. Lately she had been playing basket ball every day.