Grace had made good her word and forgetting her nervousness had played with the old-time dash and skill that had won fame for her in her high-school days.

Her playing had elicited cries of approval from those watching and she had the satisfaction of hearing, "You play an excellent game, Miss Harlowe," from the manager.

Miriam, after her third trial, also received her full measure of applause, and flushed and happy the two girls clasped hands delightedly when they received word that they were to report for practice at four o'clock Monday afternoon.

As they were leaving the field to go to the training shed Gertrude Wells hurried toward them.

"Miss Harlowe," she called, "please wait a minute." Grace paused obediently while Miriam and Anne walked on ahead.
"Will you and your friends, Miss Nesbit, Miss Briggs and Miss Pierson, come over to Morton Hall to-night at half-past seven o'clock.