"Isn't school funny? You think you hate it and then when vacation comes you keep thinking about going back. And you bury geometry and Cæsar forever and try to forget them and then first thing you're thinking about what you're going to take next year and whom you'll get and what new girls will come and what sort of a team we'll have! We've just got to train a forward who'll be as good as Ginny when she graduates and I believe, Jerry Travis, you're it."
Jerry and Isobel turned promptly from their dreaming.
"I wonder who'll take Miss Gray's place—and Barbara Lee's——"
"And, oh," Jerry hugged them both. "I'll be there! I'll be there! I hated to think of your all going on without me. It would have broken my heart! Dear old Highacres!"
"To thy golden founts of wisdom,
Alma Mater, guide our step——"
caroled the young voices, softly.