A LION AT LAST It was a week before the last borrowed decoration reposed in its original place, and fully that long before the echoes of the sophomore ball died out.

It was pronounced the most successful class function given in Oakdale for a number of years, and the sophomores felt justly proud of themselves.
Miriam Nesbit took particular pains to point out that the success of the affair was in no way due to Grace Harlowe, and many of the girls who had hitherto believed that Grace was a necessary factor in High School fun, decided that they had perhaps overrated her ability.
Grace was fully cognizant of their change of heart, and spent more than one unhappy hour over it, but outwardly she carried herself as though unaware of the many little ill-natured stabs directed toward her.

Anne, who was completely ignored, took it philosophically, her only regret being the fact that Grace had been dragged into difficulties on her account.
Thanksgiving had come and gone.

The High School boys had played their usual game of football with a neighboring school and whipped them to a standstill, David had played on the team and covered himself with glory by making a sensational touchdown.

The girl chums had worn his colors and shrieked themselves hoarse with joy over the prowess of their friend.
Miriam, secretly proud of her brother, resolved to make a like record for herself during the next basketball game, which was to take place during the following week.