This spurred the junior team on to greater effort, and Miriam made a brilliant throw to basket that brought forth an ovation from the gallery.

This ended the first half, with the score 5 to 2 in favor of the juniors.
"They'll have to work to catch up with us now," said Nora O'Malley triumphantly to the members of the team, who sat resting in the little side room off the gymnasium.
"We have the lead, but we can't afford to boast yet," replied Grace.
"The seniors played a fine game last half, and they'll strain every nerve to pile up their score next half." "We shall win," said Miriam Nesbit confidently.

"I feel it in my bones." "Let's hope that your bones are true prophets," laughed Marian Barber.
"O girls!" exclaimed Eva Allen from the open door, in which she had been standing looking up at the gallery.

"Eleanor is here.

She and her satellites are sitting away up on the back seat of the gallery." "Where ?" asked Nora, going to the door.