As the French say, she "did her possible." The ball went spinning.

Next minute she was leaning against a goal-post, trembling with the violence of her effort, while the High School hoorayed itself hoarse in the joy of the hard-won victory.
"I say, old girl, were you really hurt ?" asked Bessie anxiously.

"You're looking the color of chalk!" "Never mind, it's over now! Yes, I am hurt.

Give me your arm, and I'll go back to the hostel." "You're an absolute Joan of Arc to-day!" purred Bessie.
Winona, with a barked shin and bad bruises, limped for more than a week, but she was the heroine of the school.
"I can't think how you ran, after that awful whack Ellinor Cooper gave you," sympathized Marjorie.
"It was easier to run then than after my leg grew stiff," laughed Winona.

"I suppose it's the excitement that keeps one up.