"Who told you about the try out ?" "It's on the bulletin board.

I don't see how you missed it." "I didn't look at the bulletin board this morning.

I meant to, then something else took my attention, and I forgot all about it." The "something else" had been the extremely frigid manner in which two freshmen she particularly liked had greeted her as she caught up with them on the way to her Livy class that morning.

Grace wondered not a little at this cavalier treatment, but could arrive at no satisfactory conclusion regarding it.

She finally tried to dismiss the matter by ascribing it to over-sensitiveness on her part, but every now and then it haunted her like an offending spectre.
"I always look at the bulletin board, no matter what happens," declared Miriam emphatically.