The announcement had been made rather late, so most of the form already had engagements for the holiday. Only six hands were raised, belonging respectively to Ingred Saxon, Avie Irving, Avis Marlowe, Francie Hall, Bess Haselford, and Beatrice Jackson herself. "A poor muster for Va!" remarked Kitty. "As Ingred's our warden, I should think she'd better write the report." "The Finbury ground is a horribly awkward place to get to," put in Beatrice. "I suppose you'll motor there, Ingred." "We have no car now," confessed Ingred, turning very red, for she was sure that Beatrice knew that fact only too well, and had brought it into prominence on purpose to humiliate her. "Oh! I suppose you'll be motoring, Bess? Couldn't you give some of us a lift?" "I believe I could take you all," replied Bess pleasantly. "Of course I shall have to ask Dad first if I may have the car out on Saturday, but I don't expect he'll say no." "Oh, what sport! We'll come, you bet. Look here, I beg to propose that Bess Haselford writes the report of the match." "And I second it," declared Francie. "Hands up, girls! Bess shall be 'boss' for this show." Half the girls in the room had not heard Kitty's proposal that Ingred should be chosen, and some of the others, listening imperfectly, had gathered that she was not able to go to the match, so without giving her a further thought they raised hands in favor of Bess, and the matter was carried. "But indeed I'm no good at writing or describing things!" protested Bess. "Yes, you are! You've got to try, so there!" cried her friends triumphantly. "You'll do it just as well as anybody else would." Ingred turned away with a red-hot spot raging under her blouse. That she, the warden of the form, should have been passed over in favor of a girl whose sole qualification seemed to be that she could offer some of the others a lift in her car, was a very nasty knock. Was Bess to supplant her in everything? "Perhaps you'd like to make her warden instead of me!" she remarked bitterly to Belle Charlton, who stood near. "I'm perfectly willing to resign if you're tired of me!" Belle only giggled and poked Joanna Powers, who said: "Don't be nasty, Ingred! Bess is a sport, and we most of us like her." "I can't see the attraction myself!" snapped Ingred. She did not want to go to the hockey match now, and made up her mind obstinately that nothing in this wide world should decoy her to it. Bess came to school next morning armed with full permission to use her father's car and to invite as many of her schoolfellows as it would accommodate. She cordially pressed Ingred to join the party. "I'm not going to the match, thanks," replied the latter frigidly. "But there's heaps of room--there is indeed, without a frightful squash." "There's something I want to do at home on Saturday."