merrily.

"By the way, Grace," said Anne, "I want to ask you something about that
list you gave me. I don't quite understand what one of those signals
means."

"Trot it out," said Grace. "I'll have time to tell you about it before the
practice actually begins."

Anne took out her purse and began searching for the list. It was not to be
found.

"Why, how strange," she said. "I was looking at it this morning on the way
to school. I wonder if I have lost it. That would be dreadful."

She turned her purse upside down, shaking it energetically, but no list
fell out.

"Oh, never mind," said Grace, seeing Anne's distress. "It's of no
consequence. No one will ever find it anyway. Suppose it were found, who
would know what it meant?"

"Yes, but one would know," persisted Anne, "because I wrote 'Sophomore
basketball signals' on the outside of it. Oh, dear, I don't see how I
could have been so careless."

"Poor little Anne," said Jessica, "she is always worried over something or
other."

"Now see here, Anne," said Grace, "just because you lost a letter last