Fifty-eight was now up on the board, and there were only five minutes left! Perhaps Lottie Moir was tired, or waxed a little careless.
The next ball she sent down was an easy full pitch.

Winona waited till just the right moment, and then, with a fine swing of her bat, sent the ball clean over the boundary for six.

The match was won, and Seaton, in the ecstasy of victory, was cheering itself hoarse.
"I never thought we'd do it!" murmured Winona to Betty, as they drank ginger pop together in the pavilion.
"I reckoned our Captain wouldn't fail us!" chuckled Betty delightedly.
"Linda must compose an epic on it for the School Magazine.

It beats Marathon, in my opinion!" "Well, I'm glad my last match at the old 'High' has been a success, anyway!" "Seaton _versus_ Binworth" had taken place on Wednesday, and the school had scarcely finished exulting over its triumph before another matter claimed its attention.
On Thursday morning the results of the examination arrived.

Miss Bishop summoned the whole school into the lecture hall to hear the news.