"By the way, Grace," said Anne, "I want to ask you something about that list you gave me. I don't quite understand what one of those signals means."
"Trot it out," said Grace. "I'll have time to tell you about it before the practice actually begins."
Anne took out her purse and began searching for the list. It was not to be found.
"Why, how strange," she said. "I was looking at it this morning on the way to school. I wonder if I have lost it. That would be dreadful."
She turned her purse upside down, shaking it energetically, but no list fell out.
"Oh, never mind," said Grace, seeing Anne's distress. "It's of no consequence. No one will ever find it anyway. Suppose it were found, who would know what it meant?"
"Yes, but one would know," persisted Anne, "because I wrote 'Sophomore basketball signals' on the outside of it. Oh, dear, I don't see how I could have been so careless."
"Poor little Anne," said Jessica, "she is always worried over something or other."
"Now see here, Anne," said Grace, "just because you lost a letter last term and had trouble over it, don't begin to mourn over those old signals. No one will ever see them, and perhaps you haven't lost them. Maybe you'll find them at home."
"Perhaps I shall," said Anne brightening.