“I see,” said Cathalina looking wise.
“Well, what happens at Greycliff after that?” Avalon continued the questioning, and Juliet replied this time.
“The class games come on first, in the Academy and in the Collegiate classes, too. We fight hard in our class games and most of our interest is in them, because we hardly ever beat the big girls. If we did we’d have a chance at games with another school. Don’t I wish it would be the Juniors this time!”
“Rah, rah, Juniors, Greycliff!”—and Pauline waved a wishbone.
Juliet went on: “We usually play against the Highland Seminary girls,—only twenty miles away. Lots of us go over to root for our team, or they come here.”
“They call themselves the Highlanders,” added Helen, “and wear Scotch colors. The last time they came here they got hold of an old Scotchman who could play the bagpipe and brought him along. It was something awful to hear and actually fussed our girls. They beat us, too. Wasn’t it awful, Pauline?” Helen shook her head at the sad memory.
“I should think so! Miss Randolph did not like the bagpipes any too well, either. The Highlanders had a young chaperone and had the Scotchman join them here. Miss Randolph did not know that, of course, till afterwards, so put up with it.”
“They are our deadliest rivals, Cathalina,” explained Eloise.
“Do they usually beat?” Cathalina inquired innocently.
“I should say not! I’m sure that we are at least two games ahead!” cried Pauline, in some excitement.