"Are you going to win for the glory and honor of good old Gridley ?" "Dick is," smiled Greg.

"Dan and I are going to sit at the side and use foot-warmers." "You two aren't losing heart, are you ?" asked Belle, looking at Dick Prescott's companions with some scorn.
"N-n-not if you girls are all going to take things as seriously as that," protested Greg.
"Every Gridley High School girl expects the nine to win to-morrow," spoke Laura almost sternly.
"Then we're going to win," affirmed Dan Dalzell.

"On second thought, I'll sell my footwarmers at half the cost price." "That's the way to talk," laughed Belle.

"Now, remember, boys---though Dick doesn't need to have his backbone stiffened---if you boys haven't pride enough in Gridley to carry you through anything, the Gridley High School girls are heart and soul in the game.

If you lose the game to-morrow don't any of you ever show up again at a class dance!" The girls went away laughing, yet they meant what they said.
Gridley girls were baseball fans and football rooters of the most intense sort.
Dave wanted to be abed by half past eight that evening, as Coach Luce had requested; but about a quarter past eight, just as he was about to retire, his mother discovered that she needed coffee for the next morning's breakfast, so she sent him to the grocer's on the errand.