window the next morning. The rain was falling heavily and the skies were
sullen and gray.

"What a miserable day for the game," was her first thought. "I do hope the
rain won't keep people away. This weather is enough to discourage any
one."

All morning she watched anxiously for the clouds to lift, going from
window to door until her mother told her to stop fretting about the
weather and save her strength for the coming game.

The game was set for two o'clock, but at one, Grace put on her raincoat
and set out for the High School. She knew she was early, but she felt that
she couldn't stay in the house a minute longer.

One by one the sophomore team and its substitutes assembled, but the rain
had dampened their spirits and the enthusiasm of the past few days had
left them.

Grace looked worried, as she noticed how listless her players seemed. She
wished it had been one of those cold, crisp days that set the blood
tingling and make the heart beat high with hope.

Still Grace felt confident that her team would rise to the occasion when
the game was called. They were two well-trained, too certain of their
powers to ever think of failing.

The bad weather had evidently not depressed the spirits of their
opponents. The juniors stood about laughing and talking. Julia Crosby
moved from one girl to the other whispering slyly.