"I don't see why," cried Berenice. Her little beady eyes snapped as she approached Helen and looked defiantly up at her.
"Two-hand dribble—the second time you have done the same thing. The first I let pass unnoticed just—to give you time."
"I positively did not two-hand the ball. If that is a foul, I—"
"I am a referee. Get out of the game. Edna Bucher is called to substitute."
"I will not—" began Berenice.
"Get out of the game within a minute or you shall be penalized for all the games to follow." There was no disputing Helen. Her manner was calm and her voice low, but authority was in her bearing. She stood ready to give the signal to play; but before she put the whistle to her lips, she said quietly, "While I am managing, we'll play an honest game or we will not play at all."
The girls, except Berenice, cheered and clapped. She was making her way from the gymnasium. Her heart was filled with anger and a scowl was on her face. How she hated Helen Loraine! It was not the first time Helen had criticised her.
"And Hester Alden will be another one just like Helen—too goody-good to live," was her thought. Even after Berenice was being disqualified, Hester did not understand fully all that had taken place. It was not until they were at the baths, that a full understanding came to her. Outside the bath, were the lockers. Sara and Renee had come up and paused for a moment.
"Will you allow Berenice to play next game?" asked Sara.
"Miss Watson must settle that. The captain and referee may disqualify for one game; but to make it permanent penalizing, the matter must be brought before Miss Watson. It is a very difficult matter to explain. The best way would be to have Miss Watson referee for one or two games. Then she would grasp the subtleties of the situation."