Mimi at Sheridan School

st squad but did not make the team. She was flashy and fast but she was used to making goals with her hands and not her feet. Now when basket ball practice started-and it did t

acards of the first artist concert were posted and six weeks' tests were beginning to bob up their ugly heads. Sue was gaining weight, Chloe growing most distant, and Bet

out, played her heart out, knew defeat as well as victory. Here she was her best or her worst. Basket ball meant more to her even than swimming. You sw

's square, back-handed signature under her own, she had a bad moment. Perhaps she should have signed up for running center. She had played running guard

and Jennie centers. Evelyn and Betsy centers. Matilda and Mimi guards. She had let the girls choose tryout positions but she wanted to be sure they were playing where they would give the team most. Then came the combination which clicked. Betsy and Mimi at fo

le the girls rested. Dit was calling the game and Miss B

y with her whistle, "if we can get that individual starrin

r. She had taken individuals before and welded them int

drill and dismiss them, please,

and shooting. Divide up quickly in two line, one on either side the basket and let the leaders be as far ba

meet the ball. Then with one foot rooted firmly, she knew how to pivot away from the guard and let the ball fly swiftly toward the goal. Mimi

he side line before throwing the ball. Thud-the ball hit the backboard. A girl rushed in to catch it before it hit the floor, ducking to keep from colliding with the girl who had just shot. Two girls more and it would be her time. Mimi was impatient-smack-she caught the ball-thump, thump, thump she was running beside it. Accurately timing the speed of Betsy who was comi

n. Mimi's arms up to catch it-Betsy rush

girls

Mimi fears. While Dit dismissed the girls, Mimi drops on her knees beside Betsy. Betsy's mischievous eyes are closed, the lids fluttering slightly. Her face, usually

e windows," Mimi pleaded, ch

ome around soon. Here, bathe

t the cold cloth on her forehead. A lump was rising on Betsy's temp

Betsy

bump. Here, Mimi, let's help her up and get her to h

up," Betsy

er. Mimi avoided Betsy's eyes. She hoped against ho

in the door of Tumble Inn

There, now let m

nt her arms, ar

head. Massage it with Mentholatum

to rub her forehead she fe

aimed. "Your blouse-b

'am. It

own on the

The blood was dripping down her throat gagging her. Pains were shooting thr

a short time ago for the Infirmary. Don't be frightened, Mimi. It isn't serious.

he Infirmary? Please, p

estly. "I'll take care of

sat quietly in the straight chair by the window while Dr. Ansley worked on her. Betsy watched intently. She was smiling at Mimi

ion that she was out of basket ball for the sea

oughts, for after the Doctor, Miss

forward with yo

have cost, Mimi replied: "Me t

use I didn't watch

n't ei

something nice t

ng could be as precious as what she had lost but B