“Oh, yes,” I said, somewhat relieved to find that the actual truth had not reached her. “Yes, it was too bad. It happened just at the wrong time for us.”
“I can’t tell you how sorry I am,” she went on, “for I had counted on our winning that game. I am glad it didn’t take place here, for I couldn’t have stood the sight of it. I know I should have cried. I always do when I get terribly excited, and I make a perfect sight of myself.”
“Well, we appreciate your feelings, anyhow, Miss Nettie,” I answered with a laugh, “and I wish we had proved ourselves worthy of your sympathy.”
“Oh, you will do better next time, I’m sure; and I think I would rather see you beat Park College than get the championship.”
“That is the way I feel,” I said; “and if we can beat both Halford and Park Colleges we can still tie for championship, so all hope is not gone yet of reaching the Crimson Banner.”
We had now arrived at Professor Fuller’s house.
“If you will wait one moment I will see if father is in,” said Miss Nettie, hurrying into the house. In a short time she returned.
“I am very sorry,” she said. “Father is engaged with some one in the library. The door is closed, and I cannot tell who it is, but from the voice I think it must be one of the students. Won’t you wait? He may be at leisure shortly.”
“I have some work to do,” I answered, “so I’ll not wait. My errand was not urgent, so I can call again. I came merely for a brief social visit.”