In the distance could be heard the music of the town band, which always gave a concert before the Thanksgiving game.
"And to think that little Anne has never in her life seen a football game!" exclaimed Jessica.
Anne blushed.
"Yes," she replied reluctantly, "I'll have to admit this is my very first game, but I understand the rules.

Grace has explained them to me.
I hope our boys will win." "If the Dunsmore boys are in good trim, I'm afraid they'll give us a stiff pull," observed David, "but the stiffer the pull the more interesting it is to watch, so long as they don't lick us." Just then the wagon drew up at the grounds and the boys and girls jumped out and made their way through the crowd to their seats.
Everybody in Oakdale turned out for the annual Thanksgiving football game.

The professors and their wives, the teachers from the Girls' High School and all the pupils were there in full force, besides the citizens of Oakdale and their families.

There was really a very large assemblage in the semicircular ampitheater which was hung with bunting and flags in honor of the great occasion, and probably not one in the whole cheerful company but had enjoyed a good Thanksgiving dinner that afternoon, so good humor beamed from every face.
"Don't you think this is a thrilling sight, Anne ?" demanded Grace, for there was not a soul in Oakdale who was not vain of the High School football team, which had won for itself honors all over the state.
"Wonderful!" exclaimed Anne, clasping her hands and waiting impatiently for the performance to commence.
Just then the band struck up again, and under cover of the music David whispered to Jessica: "Do you see that man over there to the right on the back seat, with long, dark hair and a slouch hat ?" Jessica found the individual presently, starting slightly when she saw his face.
"I do believe it's Anne's father," she whispered.
"It just is," said David, "and he's looking hard at Anne, too.

I wonder if he means to make another scene." "Poor Anne!" sighed Jessica.