“I’ve got to meet the seven-fifteen first,” Helen replied. “I’ll meet you at school about seven-thirty.”
“Wait a minute, Marg,” said Tom. “I guess I’ll go along and see just how badly the sophomores are beaten. Of course you know you kids haven’t got a chance.”
“Be careful, Tom,” Helen warned. “Margaret is captain of our debate team.”
“Oh, that’s all right,” chuckled Tom. “No offense.”
“It will be an offense, though,” smiled Margaret, “and the juniors will be on the receiving end of our verbal attack.”
“Look out for a counter attack,” Tom grinned.
“We’ll be home early, mother,” said Helen as they left the house.
“I hope the sophomores win,” her mother said. “Tom and his juniors are too sure of themselves.”
The seven-fifteen coughed its way into town, showering the few people on the platform with cinders. Helen ran to the mail car and dropped her letter into the mail slot.
Mr. King, the state superintendent of instruction, was the only passenger leaving but there were several Rolfe people getting off the train. She got their names and stopped to talk a minute or two with the agent.