“It is only a few days until the big affair comes off.”
“Yes,—that was one reason why I didn’t want to have any trouble about Louise. I want to keep fit. I don’t feel any too lively today after last night’s late hours.”
“Cut your last class this morning and take a little nap before lunch. I’ll wake you up.”
“Oh, no! I’ll get through all right. I’ll get to bed early.”
For the next few days basket-ball was the chief topic of conversation at Greycliff. All the teams were “getting into shape,” as they said, and all the other girls were watching practice or inquiring about it and trying to prove that their class had the best team in school. “Time will tell,” said Hilary. “I’m glad we have a referee that is so strict about the rules. If we win, it will be a real victory.” Hilary was captain again.
“I declare, I don’t know which class I want to win,” said Isabel. “Of course, I want my own class to beat, but here are all your Psyche Club and Whittier chums in the senior class. Class spirit, however, is the thing in the tournaments,—hurrah for the junior collegiates!”
“I remember your leading the yells, Isabel, for the junior academy class at our first tournament. It was too funny. Avalon led the singing. Who would have thought that such a little mouse as she seemed at first would be so lively? I suppose that the academy girls will make as much noise as we did.”
“Are you going over for the Academy Tournament tonight?” asked Isabel. There had been a meeting of the Psyche Club at the “Olympic Portal” and the girls were chatting on after adjournment.
“Yes, indeed,” replied Hilary. “We want to see what our opponents can do, also get into the spirit of the game. All of us that are on the teams are going, and I guess that the other girls in our suite are going, aren’t you?” Hilary turned toward Cathalina and Betty, who stood near. “I know that Lilian is.”
“Aren’t we what?” asked Betty.