“Mebbe I’ll get it, anyway,” grinned Pocock.
“And maybe you won’t,” said Mrs. Grimes, calmly.
Meanwhile Laura and Eve, after thanking the butcher’s wife, drove on. But Hester never looked at them, or spoke.
[CHAPTER XII—“OUT OF IT”]
For on that Saturday morning Mrs. Case had called at the Grimes house and asked to see Hester. The girl came down and, the moment she saw the physical instructor of Central High, seemed to know what was afoot.
“So you’ve come to tell me I’m not on the team any more, I s’pose, Mrs. Case?” she demanded, tossing her head, her face growing very red.
“I am sorry to tell you that, after your actions at the game with East High Wednesday afternoon, it has been decided that another girl nominated to your position on Team Number 1 would probably do better,” said Mrs. Case, quietly.
“Well!” snapped Hester. “You’ve been wanting to get me off ever since last spring——”
“Hester! although we are not at school now, we are discussing school matters, and I am one of your teachers. Just as long as you attend Central High you must speak respectfully to and of your instructors, both in and out of school. Do you wish me to report your language to Mr. Sharp?”
Hester was sullenly silent for a moment