Betty Carlisle and Maggie Allesley met with better luck, and the score began to creep up.  The Seaton girls breathed more freely.  Audrey Redfern and Lizzie Morris came up next.  Lizzie broke her duck in the first over, and gaining confidence began to get her eye in, and with Audrey stone-walling with dogged persistence at the other end, and now and then making a single, the score reached fifty-three.  There were only ten minutes left.  Winona began to grow desperate.  She came forth herself now, with a look of determination on her face.  Dora Evans at once rolled the ball to Lottie Moir.  Winona took her block composedly.  Lottie might with advantage have been put on before.  Her style, though by no means swift, was most awkward to play.  Winona in the first over did not attempt to score.  She wished to take the measure of her opponent.  In the next over her partner made a single, which brought Winona to the opposite wicket.  The first ball came well on the off-side, and she sent it flying to the boundary for four.  Fifty-eight was now up on the board, and there were only five minutes left!  Perhaps Lottie Moir was tired, or waxed a little careless.  The next ball she sent down was an easy full pitch.  Winona waited till just the right moment, and then, with a fine swing of her bat, sent the ball clean over the boundary for six.  The match was won, and Seaton, in the ecstasy of victory, was cheering itself hoarse.

“I never thought we’d do it!” murmured Winona to Betty, as they drank ginger pop together in the pavilion.

“I reckoned our Captain wouldn’t fail us!” chuckled Betty delightedly.  “Linda must compose an epic on it for the School Magazine.  It beats Marathon, in my opinion!”

“Well, I’m glad my last match at the old ‘High’ has been a success, anyway!”

“Seaton versus Binworth” had taken place on Wednesday, and the school had scarcely finished exulting over its triumph before another matter claimed its attention.

On Thursday morning the results of the examination arrived.  Miss Bishop summoned the whole school into the lecture hall to hear the news.  She was looking flushed and excited.  She waited a few moments as if to give extra effect to her words, then announced: 

“I have just received the results of the Entrance Examinations from Dunningham University.  Out of twelve candidates who were entered from this school, ten have satisfied the examiners.  Their names stand as follows in order of merit: 

FIRST CLASS.

Garnet Emerson.

SECOND CLASS.

                              Linda Fletcher. 
                              Agatha James. 
                              Helena Maitland. 
                              Freda Long.

THIRD CLASS.

                              Mary Payne. 
                              Hilda Langley. 
                              Winona Woodward. 
                              Dorrie Pollack. 
                              Estelle Harrison.”