Miriam in the excitement of the play, forgot her recently avowed indifference toward basketball and went to work with all the skill and activity she possessed.
The basketball team, during its infancy in the freshman class had given splendid promise of future fame.

Grace felt proud of her players as she stopped for a moment to watch their agile movements and spirited work.
Surely, the juniors would have to look out for their laurels this year.
Her blood quickened at thought, of the coming contests which were to take place during the course of the winter between the two class teams.

There were to be three games that season, and the sophomores had made up their minds to win all of them.

What if the junior team were a famous one, and had won victory after victory the year before over all other class teams?
The sophomores resolved to be famous, too.
In fact, all of Grace's hopes were centered on the coming season.

Napoleon himself could not have been more eager for victory.
"We must just make up our minds to work, girls," she exhorted her friends.
"I would rather beat those juniors than take a trip to Europe." Nor was she alone in her desire.