wild desire to kick and scream like a small child. The contemptible
conduct of the junior team filled her with just rage. With a great effort
at self-control she turned to the other girls, who were holding an
indignation meeting in the corridor.

"Girls," she said, "I know just how you feel about this, and if we had
been boys there would have been a hand-to-hand conflict in the gymnasium
to-day."

"I wish we hadn't given in," said Nora, almost sobbing with anger.

"There was really nothing else to do," said Anne. "It is better to retire
with dignity than to indulge in a free-for-all fight."

"Yes," responded Grace, "it is. But when that insufferable Julia Crosby
poked Professor Cole's permit under my nose, I felt like taking her by the
shoulders and shaking her. What those juniors need is a good, sound
thrashing. That being utterly out of the question, the only thing to do is
to whitewash them at basketball."

"Three cheers for the valiant sophomores!" cried Nora, "On to victory!
Down with juniors!"

The cheers were given with a will, and by common consent the crowd of
girls moved on down the corridor that led to the locker room.

The sophomore locker room was the particular rendezvous of that class in
general. Here matters of state were discussed, class gossip retailed, and
class friendships cemented. It was in reality a sort of clubroom, and dear
to the heart of every girl in the class. To the girls in their present