All this passed rapidly through Grace's mind as she walked toward the High
School several mornings later. Something must be done, but what she hardly
knew. The game could be postponed, but Grace felt that the other girls
would not care to postpone it. They were heartily glad that the junior
team had come to grief, and showed no sympathy for them.

"There's just one thing to be done," sighed Grace to herself. "And that's
to go to Miss Thompson and ask her to restore the juniors their privilege.
I hate to do it, she was so angry with them. But I'll do what I can,
anyway. Here goes."

Miss Thompson was in her office when Grace entered rather timidly, seating
herself on the oak settee until the principal should find time to talk to
talk with her.

"Well, Grace, what can I do for you?" said Miss Thompson, looking up
smilingly at the young girl. "You look as though you carried the cares of
the world upon your shoulders this morning."

"Not quite all of them, but I have a few especial ones that are bothering
me," replied Grace. Then after a moment's hesitation she said, "Miss
Thompson, won't you, please, restore the juniors their gymnasium
privilege?"

Miss Thompson regarded Grace searchingly. "What a peculiar request to
make, Grace. Don't you consider the juniors' punishment a just one?"

"Yes," said Grace earnestly, "I do. But this is the whole trouble. The
first basketball game between the juniors and the sophomores is scheduled
to take place in less than two weeks. If the juniors do not practise they