She had been chosen for one of the forwards on the school hockey team. Lily, strange to say, had been appointed substitute full-back, a position usually taken by girls of the heavier type. She had resolutely kept her word, and had gone in training ever since she had made her promise to Marjorie; and because full-backs were scarce, and Lily did fairly well, and much to her surprise, she had been chosen. She had no idea of playing in the game with Miss Martin’s, but Miss Phillips had told her to come out dressed for action, in case she should be needed.
Most of the other members of the team were upper classmen, and a few of them sorority members. On one occasion, during practice, Miss Phillips showed herself particularly cross with the sorority girls, for a round of parties had left them tired out, and with little energy for practice.
“I wish we could abolish that sorority!” she remarked to Miss Landis after the practice. “Marjorie Wilkinson isn’t the girl she was before she was asked. She hasn’t much time for athletics. I don’t believe she’ll even go out for the swimming team.”
“I certainly agree with you about the sorority,” replied Miss Landis. “The freshmen couldn’t settle down to work on their lessons till after the first six weeks of excitement were over, and then it was too late. I wish there could be some sort of standard mark a girl had to make and keep, to belong to the society.”
“It would be a good plan, but it’s too late to introduce changes now. The thing will go on forever as it is because it can only be changed by a majority vote from within, or by the agreement of the whole Board. And neither of these will ever give in.”
“Lily Andrews certainly has improved, hasn’t she?” remarked Miss Landis. “Compare the change in her with that in Marjorie! Why, that would be the strongest argument anybody could make against sororities!”
The Saturday before the Thanksgiving holidays arrived, bright, clear, and cold. Lily was up early.
“Come on, Marj!” she cried, “wake up! It’s the day of the game.”
“I’m so sleepy!” pleaded Marjorie; “let me sleep ten minutes more.”
“But you’ll be late for breakfast——”