Winona bore for awhile with the stony silence, then--rather frightened at the sound of her own voice--she announced: "I suppose we're all going in for this same exam.!" It was a trite commonplace, but it broke the ice.

Everybody looked relieved.

The atmosphere seemed to clear.
"Yes, we're all going in--that's right enough," replied a ruddy-haired girl in spectacles, "but there are only two scholarships, so nineteen of us are bound to fail--that's logic and mathematics and all the rest of it." "Whew! A nice cheering prospect.

Wish they'd put us out of our misery at once!" groaned a stout girl with a long fair pigtail.
"I'm all upset!" shivered another.
"It's like a game of musical chairs," suggested a fourth.

"We're all scrambling for the same thing, and some are bound to be out of it." The ruddy-haired girl laughed nervously.
"Suppose we've got to take our sporting luck!" she murmured.
"If nineteen are sure to lose, two are sure to win at any rate," said Winona.