Tears of mortification stood in Nora's eyes, while Grace was putting forth every effort to appear calm.
She knew that if she showed the least sign of faltering all would be lost.
Her players must feel that she still had faith in their ability to win.
"We are not beaten yet, girls," she said, "and I believe we shall make up in the last half what we lost in the first.

Work fast, but keep your wits about you.

Don't give the referee any chance to call a foul, we can't spare a minute from now on.

When I give the signal for a certain play, be on the alert, and please, please don't any of you present those juniors with any more points.

I'm not blaming you, Miriam, for I know that last throw of yours was an accident, but I could have cried when that ball went into the basket." Miriam's face flushed; then realizing that all eyes were turned toward her, she said sarcastically: "Really, Miss Harlowe, it's so kind of you to look at it in that light.
However, anyone with common sense would have known without being told that I never intended that ball for the juniors." "I am not so sure of that," muttered Nora, who, seeing the hurt look that crept into Grace's eyes at Miriam's words, immediately rose in behalf of her captain.
Miriam whirled on Nora.
"What did you say ?" asked Miriam angrily.
Before Nora could answer the whistle blew.