Don't stare at me like that! _No_ I'm _not_ a slacker! I must accept invitations to tea sometimes, even if I _am_ in the team.

What a dragon you are, Blossom!" "Good thing some one keeps the team up, or you'd be gadding off tea-drinking instead of playing!" returned Blossom grimly.

"Grovebury expects every girl to do her duty on Saturday.

It will be bad luck for the season if we lose our first match." The Clinton Old Girls' Association had its field at Denscourt, a town ten miles away from Grovebury.

It was arranged by the team, and for any girls from the college who cared to come as spectators, to meet at the railway station at 10:15, and travel together under the escort of Miss Giles.
Ingred, who was a keen player, and very proud of having been placed in the reserve, was to spend Friday night at the hostel, instead of returning as usual to Wynch-on-the-Wold.
Nora, Verity, and Fil were also to be numbered among the spectators.
On the eventful morning, as the girls were just finishing breakfast, a telegram arrived for Rachel Grant.