CHAPTER IX.
DISAGREEABLE NEWS "Hurrah!" cried Miriam Nesbit gleefully, coming into the living room of Wayne Hall where Grace sat at the old-fashioned library table absorbed in writing a theme for next day's composition class.
"What's happened ?" asked Grace curiously, looking up from her writing.
"We're to go over to Exeter Field to-morrow for a try out in basketball.
I do hope we'll both make the team." "So do I," agreed Grace promptly.

"But there are so many girls that we may not be even chosen as subs.

Besides, our playing may not compare with that of some of the others." "Nonsense," returned Miriam stoutly.

"Your playing would stand out anywhere, Grace, even on a boys' team.

I consider myself a fair player, too," she added, flushing a little.
"I should say you are!" exclaimed Grace.