Julia Crosby had already informed the junior players of the rise in their fallen fortunes.  When school was over they gathered about their leader to hear the story.  Now, Julia, if possible felt more bitter toward Grace than formerly.  It galled her to be compelled to accept anything from Grace’s hands, and she did not intend to let any more of the truth be known than she could help.  This was too good an opportunity to gain popularity to let slip through her fingers So she put on a mysterious expression and said: 

“Now, see here, girls, I got you into all that trouble, and I made up my mind to get you out again.  Just go ahead and practise for all your worth, and don’t worry about how it all happened.”

“Well,” said Alice Waite, “it was awfully brave of you to go to Miss Thompson, even if you are too modest to tell of it.  Wasn’t it, girls?”

“Yes,” chorused the team.  “Three cheers for our brave captain.”

Julia, fairly dazzled at her own popularity, smiled a smile of intense satisfaction.  She had produced exactly the impression that she wished.

“What on earth are those juniors making such a fuss about?” inquired Nora O’Malley, as the four chums strolled across the campus toward the gate.  The junior team, headed by Julia, was coming down the walk talking at the top of their voices.

“Nothing of any importance, you may be sure,” said Jessica Bright.  “‘Shallow brooks babble loudest,’ you know.”

“They seem to be ‘babbling’ over Julia Crosby just now,” said Anne, who had been curiously watching the jubilant juniors.

“No doubt she has just unfolded some new scheme,” said Nora sarcastically, “that will be practised on the sophomores at the first opportunity.”

“Doesn’t it seem strange,” said Grace, who had hitherto offered no comments, “that we must always be at sixes and sevens with the juniors?  Such a spirit never existed between classes before.  I wonder how it will all end?”

“Don’t worry your dear head over those girls, Grace,” said Anne, patting Grace’s hand.  “They aren’t worth it.”

“Oh, look girls!” exclaimed Nora suddenly.  “There is David Nesbit, and he is coming this way.  I haven’t seen him for an age.”

“Good afternoon, girls,” said David, lifting his cap.  “It is indeed a pleasure to see you.”

“Why, David,” said Grace, “you are quite a stranger.  Where have you been keeping yourself?”

Anne also looked her pleasure at seeing her old friend.

“I have been very, very busy with some important business of my own,” said David in a mock-pompous tone.  Then he announced:  “I am going to give a party and I am going to invite all of you.  Will you come?”

“We will!” cried Nora.  “Dressed in our costliest raiment, at that.”

“Never mind about the fine clothes,” said David, laughing.  “This is to be a plain, every-day affair.”

“Who else is invited, David?” asked Jessica.