CHAPTER VIII
THE HOCKEY TEAM
"Marjorie!"
Lily Andrews, entering the room, found it necessary to speak twice before she aroused the attention of her room-mate, who was seated on her couch, idly fingering the geometry book she was supposed to be studying, and looking into space. Lily could not remember when she had seen her look so dejected. But she had a piece of news that she thought would bring a smile to Marjorie's lips.
"Miss Phillips wants you!"
"She does! What for?" This, eagerly.
"Oh, I don't know—hockey, or something, I guess!"
The look of happiness died from Marjorie's face. She seemed tremendously disappointed. Lily looked at her questioningly; heretofore, the girl had always been delighted to be summoned by her favorite teacher, for no matter what purpose.
"What's the matter, Marj?"