“You might as well. We couldn’t beat you, anyhow, which was terrible! I think we were a little better in our guarding, but you overcame that disadvantage by those long shots that we did not dream you could make. You and Kathryn are stars, Betty. I’m sorry we did not get you in Kappa Upsilon. What was the trouble with Mathilde, Betty?”
“I don’t know, Marcella. You’ll have to ask Miss Fox or the referee. I didn’t see anything.”
“I imagine you have an idea, though,” said Marcella. “Well all hail to the Jingery Jumping Jacks! The Lucky Leapers are forced to give them credit, though we don’t want to do it.”
“Aren’t you a great jollier, Marcella Waite! I’m glad it’s over, but I’d rather somebody would beat. Still, there are things to be said in favor of a tie, provided a body couldn’t win the championship outright. Oh, do you suppose they’ll make us play another game?”
“Let us have another chance, you mean,” winked Marcella. “No, the big excitement is over and they’ll not do it, though I’d love to.”
“The sophomore team will be ready,” said Betty, “though just now I’m for a good dip in the pool and a square meal at home!”
“Sensible idea. You make me hungry at the thought. Oh, Mathilde! Wait!”
Betty watched Marcella follow Mathilde, who neither turned around nor waited, but hurried into the other gym.
[CHAPTER XVI: A PARTY AND A REAL “DATE”]
It was early in March when the inter-class basketball contests ended with the championship game that resulted in a tie. Kathryn’s party was given on a Friday night, when a western blizzard had occurred and the rest of the country was surprised by a heavy snow. Memories of the bob-sleds at the Dorrance home during their freshman year came back to more than Betty Lee of the “old crowd.” Chet Dorrance had the best of excuses to make arrangements with Betty for a snow date, as he called it, and she promised to go with him and the rest on the next day after school. “Make it a regular date, Betty,” said he, “for we’ll have something doing whenever we have enough snow.”