"You've got about as much chance of winning over Keyport as I have of flying," said Hester Grimes.
"If goodness is necessary to your wearing wings, Hester, I am afraid you really haven't much chance," said one of the seniors, sweetly, and there was a little giggle of approval from the younger girls.
"It is a sure thing that we can't win with our old tub," agreed Laura, nodding a thoughtful head.
"Pah!" snapped Hester. "You girls in that eight couldn't win anyway."
"I don't know why you say that, Hester," complained Nellie Agnew, who pulled Number 15 in the eight-oared shell. "We do our very best."
"That's what I say," laughed the Grimes girl. "And your 'very best' is about as slow as anything on the lake."
"Let me tell you that doesn't sound very loyal to the school, Miss," spoke up another senior.
"And who's to teach me how to talk?" demanded Hester, tossing her head. "I am not asking you, Miss."
"Order, please!" commanded Laura, firmly. "It is not a question of how badly or how well the eight rows. Not just now. We have received a notice of this prize. We must respond properly to the secretary of the Luna Club."
This item was disposed of; but Laura had another thing connected with it on her mind.