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altogether this season if I don’t catch up. And what’s the team going to do for a short stop?”

      “Well, Miss Carrington tells us girls that if we are going in for athletics we have all got to have good marks, too. Only the girls who stand high can join the new athletic association. Some of the lazy girls will be disappointed, I fear.”

      “Are you girls really going in for athletics?” demanded Billy.

      “We are. Why shouldn’t we? It isn’t fair for you boys to have all the fun.”

      “And they say they are going to start girls’ branches in East and West High, too?”

      “Yes. We want to have inter-school matches. Inter-class matches are forbidden right at the start. The doctor says there must be no rivalry among classes.”

      “Yah! but there will be,” said Billy. “There always is. Purt Sweet pretty near broke up the ball team this season because he couldn’t play.”

      “Now we girls will show you how much nicer we can conduct affairs,” laughed Laura. “We sha’n’t squabble.”

      “Oh, no!” scoffed Billy. “What do you s’pose Hessie Grimes will do if she isn’t allowed to boss everything? Didn’t she and that chum of hers, Lil Pendleton, break up the class supper last year – when we were freshmen? Oh, no!”

      “Well, that won’t happen again,” said Laura, firmly.

      “Why not?”

      “Because the rest of us girls will not agree to follow her,” declared Laura, confidently.

      “You know she won’t play if she can’t be ‘it,’” grinned Billy.

      “Now you see,” returned Laura, good naturedly, and a moment later she parted from the short boy.

      She had not walked another block toward the schoolhouse when she heard a voice calling her name:

      “Laura! Laura Belding!”

      “Why, Jess!” exclaimed Laura, eagerly. “I was afraid you wouldn’t come.”

      Josephine, or “Jess,” Morse was a taller girl than her friend, with bright gray eyes, and hair of that “fly-away” variety that never will look smooth. Despite Miss Morse’s bright eyes she often did the most ridiculous things quite thoughtlessly. Her mind was of the “wandering” variety. And almost always one could find an ink stain on her finger. This marked her among her girl friends, at least, as being “literary.” And, as the old folk say, “she came by it naturally.” Her mother, Mrs. Mary Morse, had some little reputation as a writer for the magazines.

      “Yes,” said Miss Morse, putting her arm around her chum’s waist as they walked on together. “I just had to come. If you are going in for athletics, Laura, of course I’ve got to.”

      “Too bad,” laughed her friend. “You’re just whipped into it, I suppose?”

      “I just am.”

      “Why, it will be fun, Jess!”

      “Who says so? I’d lots rather go to the theater – or to a party – or even go shopping. And you can’t dress up and play those horrid games the gym. teacher tells about.”

      “But you like to play tennis.”

      “Er – well – Yes, I play tennis. I like it because there aren’t many of the girls – nor the boys, either – who can beat me at that. I’ve got such a long reach, you see,” said the tall girl, with satisfaction.

      “Then you’d like any athletic game in which you could excel?”

      “Why – I suppose so,” admitted Miss Morse.

      “That’s a poor attitude in which to approach school athletics,” said Laura with a sigh.

      “Why is it?”

      “Because, as I understand it, we should play for the sport’s sake, not so much to win every time. That’s the way to play the game. And that is what Mrs. Case will tell us to-day, I know.”

      “She will be at the meeting, I suppose?”

      “And Miss Carrington.”

      “Oh – Gee Gee! Of course. To keep us up in our deportment,” said Jess, making a face.

      “You all find her so strict,” observed Laura, seriously. “She treats me nicely.”

      “Why, you know very well, Laura, that you never in your life did anything to get a teacher mad.”

      “I don’t know what you mean by that. We don’t go to school to play tricks on the teachers. I want them to respect me. And father and mother would be disappointed if I brought home a bad report, especially in deportment.”

      “Oh, I know!” said Jess. “For a girl who likes fun as you do, you do manage to keep concealed all your superabundance of spirits – in school, at least. But some of us have just got to slop over.”

      “‘Slop over!’”

      “Yes, Miss Nancy. Don’t be a prude in your English, too,” laughed Jess. “Say! did you hear how Bobby got Gee Gee going yesterday in chemistry class?”

      Laura shook her head, seeing that it would be useless to take her chum to task further on the topic of slang.

      “Why, Gee Gee had been expatiating at great length on the impossibility of really creating, or annihilating, anything – the indestructibility of matter, you know.”

      “I see,” said Laura, nodding.

      “Oh, she brought up the illustrations in ranks and platoons, and regiments. I guess she thought she had got the fact hammered home at last, for she said: ‘You absolutely cannot make anything.’ And then Bobby speaks up, just as innocent, and says: ‘But, Miss Carrington, can’t we make a noise that didn’t exist before?’

      “And what do you think?” cried Jess, giggling, “Poor Bobby got a black mark for it. Gee Gee said she did it to make the class laugh.”

      “And Bobby did, didn’t she?” said Laura, but laughing, too.

      “Oh, we laughed all right. But the lesson was practically over. Gee Gee ought to be glad if we can leave her class room in anything but a flood of tears!” completed Jess, as they came to Central High School.

      CHAPTER III – A REAL ALARM

      A bevy of girls were lingering on the steps and in the portico of the High School building. Mr. Sharp had given permission for the girls interested in the formation of the athletic association to meet in the small hall – “the music room” it was called, – on the third floor of the building, next to the suite given up to the teachers’ offices and studies.

      Laura and her dearest friend, Josephine Morse, were welcomed vociferously by many of the waiting girls. Among them was Bobby Hargrew, but Laura did not tell her of the result of her practical joke in the window of the grocery store. Indeed, there was no opportunity to speak privately to Miss Harum-scarum. She came running to meet the chums just as Dora and Dorothy Lockwood, who were twins, crossed their path, arm in arm.

      “There!” cried Jess Morse, “which of you two girls did I lend my pencil to yesterday in chemistry class? I declare I meant to mark the one I lent it to somehow; but you were dressed just alike then, and you’re dressed just alike now. How do you ever tell each other apart?” she added, shaking both twins by their arms.

      “Only one way there’ll ever be to tell ’em apart,” broke in Bobby Hargrew. “When they get good and old, mebbe one will lose her teeth before the other does – like the twins back in the town my father lived in.”

      “How was that, Bobby?” asked Jess.

      “Why, those two twins, Sam and Bill, were just like Dora and Dorothy. Their own fathers and mothers didn’t know them apart. But Bill lost all his upper teeth and wouldn’t buy store teeth. So folks that knew got to telling them apart. You see, if you put your finger in Bill’s

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