“I wish we hadn’t given in,” said Nora, almost sobbing with anger.

“There was really nothing else to do,” said Anne.  “It is better to retire with dignity than to indulge in a free-for-all fight.”

“Yes,” responded Grace, “it is.  But when that insufferable Julia Crosby poked Professor Cole’s permit under my nose, I felt like taking her by the shoulders and shaking her.  What those juniors need is a good, sound thrashing.  That being utterly out of the question, the only thing to do is to whitewash them at basketball.”

“Three cheers for the valiant sophomores!” cried Nora, “On to victory!  Down with juniors!”

The cheers were given with a will, and by common consent the crowd of girls moved on down the corridor that led to the locker room.

The sophomore locker room was the particular rendezvous of that class in general.  Here matters of state were discussed, class gossip retailed, and class friendships cemented.  It was in reality a sort of clubroom, and dear to the heart of every girl in the class.  To the girls in their present state of mind it seemed the only place to go.  They seated themselves on the benches and Grace took the floor.

“Attention, fellow citizens and basketball artists,” she called.  “Do you solemnly promise to exert yourselves to the utmost to repay the juniors for this afternoon’s work?”

“We do,” was the answer.

“And will you pledge your sacred honor to whip the juniors, no matter what happens!”

“We will,” responded the girls.

“Anne!” called Grace.  “You and Jessica are not players, but you can pledge your loyalty to the team anyhow.  I want you to be in this, too.  Hold up your right hands.”

“We will be loyal,” said both girls, holding up their right hands, laughing meanwhile at Grace’s serious expression.

“Now,” said Grace, “I feel better.  As long as we can’t get the actual practice this afternoon let’s lay out a course of action at any rate, and arrange our secret signals.”

“Done,” cried the girls, and soon they were deep in the mysteries of secret plays and signs.

Grace explained the game to Anne, who did not incline towards athletics, and had had little previous opportunity to enjoy them.

Anne, eager to learn for Grace’s sake, became interested on her own account, and soon mastered the main points of the game.

“Here is a list of the secret signals, Anne,” said Grace.  “Study it carefully and learn it by heart, then you will understand every move our team makes during the coming games.  I expect you to become an enthusiastic fan.”

Anne thanked her, and put the paper in her purse, little dreaming how much unhappiness that same paper was to cause her.

The business of the afternoon having been disposed of, the girls donned street clothing and left the building, schoolgirl fashion, in groups of twos and threes.