"Oh, dear," says one fair questioner, "what are those white H's at each end of the field for?"
"White what?" says the escort.
"Those big wooden things like an H—two straight pieces, and another across the middle; it looks like an H. What does it stand for?"
"Stand for, stand for, why it stands to get kicked at. It's the goal post, Minnie."
"O, stupid, I should have known. And those little white lines. I suppose they're out if they run across them."
"Of course they are," says the escort, busy watching the corner of the field where the teams make their appearance, and not comprehending what she says.
But Frank, the Wee One, David and Gleason have no attachments of any kind. Frank had written an urgent letter to his father and mother to come up, but Mrs. Armstrong was not very well, and could not make the trip, and Mr. Armstrong was too busy at the office. "Will come up when you are on the team," was the answer. And the quartet were all very well satisfied to see the game this way.
Suddenly there was a great waving of red and black flags as the Warwick eleven came lumbering onto the field with Captain Channing at their head. A burst of cheering rolled up. The snappy Warwick yell floated out over the field and then a rollicking song.
In the middle of the song up rose the whole Queen's side of the stand and let out a roar, for the Queen's team was seen coming 'way down by the far end. Their quick movements were in sharp contrast to the heavier Warwicks. And as the school saw their active prancing, a feeling came from somewhere that after all the hard knocks they might win to-day. The cheer leaders were busy pumping melody out of the bunch on the stands:
"What are you doing, whispering? Get into it and let's hear you. It's as silent out here as the town of Milton on a summer afternoon." This brought a laugh, for Milton was not noted for its activity at any time of the year. And they got into the song which the cheer leader called for.