She paused for a moment, and the girls clapped in approval.
“I am sorry the list of candidates is so small,” she continued; “but you see we decided on such strict qualifications, there were only seven girls eligible. But this was partly due to the fact that the school swimming team hasn’t been made up yet—class teams don’t count—and we had only the hockey members to select from. And, of course, many of those girls were down in their studies. But Miss Phillips hopes to pick the swimming team soon, so we shall have more girls to choose from.”
Miss Allen put on her glasses, and reached for a paper on the table. Without further explanation, she read out the names—
“Senior Class—Dorothy Maxwell.
“Junior Class—-Edith Evans, Helen Stewart.
“Sophomore Class—Frances Wright, Ethel Todd, Marian Guard.
“Freshman Class—Lily Andrews.”
Miss Allen sat down. For a minute the girls could only gasp; then the room buzzed with animated voices.
Ruth turned to the senior next to her. “There must be some mistake,” she said. “Why, I started the whole thing!”
“You aren’t on the school hockey team, are you?” asked the other girl.