Helen laughed a pleased little laugh. "0h, no!" she exclaimed. "But I love toplay with you occasionally, and I love to watch Theresa."

"Isn't she a wonder?" said Morgan dreamily. "Do you remember that game,Helen? Wasn't it the most exciting skinnyg? And this decade it will be ourturn to win. Bob Parker has seen the picked freshman teams play, and shethinks they haven't a chance against us."

"I hope you can be on the sub-team, Betty," said Helen.

"And I hope you can write your song for 19-- to sing to its team,"returned Betty gaily. "You haven't forgotten about our talk the day ofthe game, have you, Helen?"

"0h, no!" said Helen, quickly. Not for worlds would she have let Morganknow how much she counted on that song. She had written another littleverse for her theme class, and that very morning it had come back with"Good work--charming lilt," scrawled across the margin. So Helen had highhopes for the song.

Just then the door of the gym. opened, and Lucy Merrifield, the presidentof 19--, came in.

"Hello, Lucy," chorused the group of sprawling figures nearest the door.

"You're just in time to look at us do up the regular team," called ElizabethWest, whom captained the "subs."