There were tears in her eyes, her voice trembled when she spoke.
"It was a great victory, Grace, I congratulate you and your class.

You have fought a fine, courageous battle against great odds.

Many another girl who had climbed out of a third-story window, without even a rope to hold by, would have little strength left to play basketball much less to win the championship.

I am very proud of you to-day, my dear," and she kissed Grace right on the deep, red scratch that marred her cheek.
"She is a girl after my own heart," Miss Thompson was thinking, as she hurried to her office.

"Grace has faults, of course, but on the other hand, she is as honest as the day, modest about her ability, unselfish and with boundless courage.