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d special allowances were made for its activities. Miss Burd sent for a book on Toy-making at Home, and gave the Handicraft classes an indulgence to concentrate for the present on the construction of little windmills, carts, dolls' furniture, trains, jigsaw puzzles, and other articles de

nthusiastic, and ful

to send bunches of flowers to sick people. We can't do anything of that, of course, during the winter, unless some of you like to put down bulbs;

s simply abominable when it boils over. Why doesn't

ted glue! Y

s gums and resins you read about in books on the Spice

what it's made of. I don't think your gums and resins would do

to it, or rather it sticks to me. I get it al

d sport, and I can't do anything for

r no time to give to the construction of toys. The homework of the College was stiff, and certain games were

es captain. "Last year, when we had Lennie Peters and Sophy Aston, we did a thing or tw

" agreed

tion. It was an amateur team of enthusiasts, who, debarred from playing any longer for their school, had

er to her chums. "But their captain says it's the only time they can get their f

dn't have come if the match had been at three. Don't stare at me like that! No I'm not a slacker! I

ead of playing!" returned Blossom grimly. "Grovebury expects every girl to do her

ury. It was arranged by the team, and for any girls from the college who cared to come as specta

en placed in the reserve, was to spend Friday night at the

were also to be number

pen the yellow envelope, and her face fell as she read the brief message. Her mother was seriously ill, and she must

d the bad news. They were very sorry for Rachel, and

luck!" frette

or words!" grouse

Rachel!" g

d everybody, as they folded the

iss Giles, who beckoned to Ingr

fetch your hocke

a chance did not come often. With huge satisfaction she donned her neat navy-blue

tch to-day. It's not much sport to stand by and cheer. Oh, don't think I'm trying to get out of

drop down for sheer lack of breath, I shall e

in, though you'd be a jolly

in alarm at such an invasion of schoolgirls, and sought sanctuary in a smoking carriage. Some generous spirits had brought chocolates and butter-scotch, which they shared round, and Nora, the irrepressible, produced from her pocket a mouth-organ, with which she proceeded to entertain the company, until frantic raps from the next compart

e off!" groaned

your mind you're going to win!" said Nora indignantly

e out of ele

er mind to fail can spoil everything, a

nd waiting for them. The eleven ran into the pavilion and took off the long coats that had covered their gym costumes; then trooped out on to the

, and will take some

u may be sure we're not going

ing sports!" co

ount of such a contest is always much more interesting when narrated by an actual spectator, and as Nora wrote a long and accu

nt of a real match, writ

bury C

ar Mar

about the hockey match

t Denscourt. Our girls were awfully keen to meet them, and were n

Grant, the Left Inner, received a telegram, conveying news of her mother's serious illness. To our great misfor

of some delay, we managed to meet her in time to catch the train. It is ten

ide captured the ball, and with a clean drive sent it spinning down the field. It was soon stopped, however, by Doreen Hayward, the Right Half, who, after successfully dribbling it past the enemy Inner, sent it hard out to Aline West, the School Right Wing. Soon Aline had the ball half-way up the field, but suddenly she stumbled, and fell headlong to the ground. Before she could rise, the ball had been sent to the rival Center Forward, who, with a magnificent hit, drove it nearly into the goal-circle. There it was splendidly blocked by Kitty Saunders, our Left Back, and quic

ll before her?' 'Will she pass the rival back safely?' were the q

Clinton colors, Ingred hit the ball out to her wing, who struck in to center again

d past her stick and over the outside line. After the roll-in, nearly all the play was carried on practically in the center of the field. Each side displayed some excellent passing, but when the whistle blew at half time, neither had scored. By

e shall have the wind against us the next half, but we are not going to le

the decid

goal we were defending, and, when confronted by our Right Half, passed it to her center. I almost screamed out to our Center Forward not to let Veronica keep the ball, for I knew she was a dangerous opponent. She was well up the field, and with a neat turn of her stick sent the ball past our Right Back. There was only one girl now

s to twelve. I felt wild with anxiety, and I am sure th

rly what happened after that. I still have in my mind the picture of Ingred, who, the ball at her side, literally flew up the field, her feet scarcely touching the ground. No one

being escorted to the pavilion, flushed but triumphant,

nd we all felt how well she deserved them, especially as

you are interested in our school games, hockey in particular. I will tell yo

om your affec

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