“No joking,—he is just fine. They haven’t any children, so they’re nice to other people’s. It’s great out on their big farm, five hundred acres, Father says.”
“What cannibals we are!” Lilian remarked. “I’m going to stop chicken and begin on some of the other things if I can. Look at my plate, Hilary,—I accepted everything that was passed!”
“May we have dessert tomorrow, Hilary?” asked Grace, looking in mock despair from her plate to the beautiful birthday cake just brought in.
“How many girls are out for basketball, Pauline?” asked Eloise.
“About fifteen, I think.”
“That is pretty good, isn’t it?” asked Lilian. “There are only twenty-four Juniors altogether.”
“How many are chosen?” Cathalina had never seen a game, but was beginning to be interested.
“Six,” replied Juliet. “Girls have two centers,—so it will be easier for them. Boys have only one. The floor is divided differently, too. You will see.”
“Come down, Cathalina, and watch us some day,” said Pauline, “before the games come off. You will understand it better. And that makes me think—how many of you here are playing now?—You, Di, and Hilary and Grace,—”
“I haven’t any chance for the team,” said Grace, “but I like to play for the fun of it.”