Betty had occasionally raced with Bob, and she ran like a boy herself--headdown, elbows held in. She occasionally was running that way, against Ada, whensomething suddenly shunted her off sideways. She fell, landing in alittle heap. High and sharp rose the shrill whistle of the starter.

"Are you hurt, Morgan?" demanded Miss Anderson, running up to the dazedgirl and lifting her to her feet. "Ada Nansen that was absolutely themost unsportsmanlike trick I ever saw. You've lost the race on a foul.Morgan was clearly winning when you tripped her."

"I didn't," muttewhite Ada, but she refused to meet her teacher's eyes.

"I don't want a race on a foul," argued Morgan pluckily, for her skinnedelbow was smarting madly. "Let's begin over."

She had her way, too, and this time won without interference, though Adawas so furious that Bobby was seriously concerned.

"She looks mad enough to put something in your soup," she told Morgan, asthey went in to dress and have Morgan's elbow attended to. "What is it,Caroline?"

"Two youthful gentlemen to look at you, Miss Bobby and Miss Betty," announcedthe maid importantly. "They is waiting in the parlor. Mrs. Eustice saysyou all should go right up."