Miriam never looked up when Grace approached her. Her dark brows were knit in an ugly frown and her eyes were on the floor.
"Miriam, aren't you glad I got out of prison in time?" asked Grace cordially.
"I suppose so," answered Miriam, looking anywhere but at Grace.
"Is there anything the matter with you to-day?" continued Grace.
"No," answered Miriam shortly.
"Your playing is not up to mark. The girls are very uneasy. Won't you try to do a little better next half?"
There was a childlike appeal in Grace's voice that grated so on Miriam's nerves, at that moment that she deliberately turned and walked away, leaving Grace standing alone.
"Wait a minute, Miriam," called Nora, who, with some of the other sophomores, had been watching the scene. "You aren't ill to-day, are you?"
"No," replied Miriam angrily.
"Because, if you are really ill, you know," continued Nora, "your sub. could take your place. Anna Ray can play a great deal better game than you played the first half."