"Well," said Alice Waite, "it was awfully brave of you to go to Miss
Thompson, even if you are too modest to tell of it. Wasn't it, girls?"

"Yes," chorused the team. "Three cheers for our brave captain."

Julia, fairly dazzled at her own popularity, smiled a smile of intense
satisfaction. She had produced exactly the impression that she wished.

"What on earth are those juniors making such a fuss about?" inquired Nora
O'Malley, as the four chums strolled across the campus toward the gate.
The junior team, headed by Julia, was coming down the walk talking at the
top of their voices.

"Nothing of any importance, you may be sure," said Jessica Bright.
"'Shallow brooks babble loudest,' you know."

"They seem to be 'babbling' over Julia Crosby just now," said Anne, who
had been curiously watching the jubilant juniors.

"No doubt she has just unfolded some new scheme," said Nora sarcastically,
"that will be practised on the sophomores at the first opportunity."

"Doesn't it seem strange," said Grace, who had hitherto offered no
comments, "that we must always be at sixes and sevens with the juniors?
Such a spirit never existed between classes before. I wonder how it will
all end?"

"Don't worry your dear head over those girls, Grace," said Anne, patting
Grace's hand. "They aren't worth it."