“Never mind,” laughed Jeffrey, “you’ll make an awful hit with the St. Luke’s fellows. Their color’s blue, you see.”
“Not really, Jeff?”
He nodded. “Of course, their shade of blue isn’t like your dress, but they’ll know you’re for them, Hope.”
Hope tossed her head. “They’ll know nothing of the sort. I shall borrow somebody’s flag and tie it around my neck! They won’t beat us, will they?”
“St. Luke’s? I don’t think so, but you can’t tell. Gil says we’re going to have a rattling good game, so I suppose that means that it will be a close one.”
“I hope so. I don’t care how close it is as long as we win. That Gary boy can’t play to-day, can he?”
“No, not for a good many days. He fixed himself for awhile, I guess. Wasn’t Mr. Hanks funny when you asked him to go with us? I thought he was going to fall in a faint.”
“I don’t see why, do you? It would do him good to get out of doors and forget his silly work now and then.”
“I guess it would. When I went upstairs he was walking back and forth in his room just like a lion in a cage at the zoo. I guess something must be troubling him.”