"And I know----" Just then Grace gave Anne a warning glance and shook her head slightly.
Anne closed her lips and was silent.
"What were you saying, Anne ?" asked Miss Thompson.
But Anne had received her orders.
"I am so sorry that Grace has been hurt," she said lamely.
A carriage was ordered and Grace was taken home, Anne and Mrs.Harlowe accompanying her.

Mrs.Harlowe sent for their physician, who bandaged the swollen ankle, and told Grace that the sprain was not serious.

She refused, however, to go to bed, but lay on the wide lounge in the sitting room.
"Just keep quiet for a few days, and you'll be all right," said Dr.Gale.
"You girls are as bad as boys about getting hard knocks.

It looks as though basketball were about as barbarous as football." "It is a dear old game, and I love it in spite of hard knocks," said Grace emphatically.
"I like your spirit, Grace," laughed Dr.Gale.

"Now, remember to treat that ankle well if you want to appear again in the basketball arena." "Grace," said Anne, after the doctor had gone.