“We have a chance to win the championship—our school has—if we can bring the relay teams up to the mark, and win the jumping events. It is on field and track that we have got to gain the points. No doubt of that.”
“Then our track teams need strengthening—much,” said Nellie Agnew, thoughtfully.
“I should say so!” exclaimed Bobby. “I could put on one of Lil Pendleton’s peg-top skirts and beat most of the junior runners right now!”
“If it’s as bad as that, we have all got to go into the track athletics, and pull up our score,” declared Laura.
“Hurrah!” cried Dorothy, suddenly. “It’s stopped raining.”
“That little shower didn’t even wet under the bushes,” said Eve, with satisfaction.
“Let’s get along, then, before another comes and washes us away,” said Bobby. “Straight ahead, Evangeline?”
“Yes. Right down to that dead oak you see on the lower hillside.”
“Good! A mark is set before me, and if my luck holds good I’ll reach it. But why prate of ‘luck’? Is there such a thing?”
“Give it up. What’s the answer?” asked Dora Lockwood, directly behind her.