“I saw one of the pledge cards,” Judith recalled, when Jane remarked it was queer so much could have been planned without the facts reaching the ears of herself or Judith. “I saw a typewritten page, and I guessed from the errors that Marian had something to do with it. She cannot type any more than she can knit.” “And here is where you come in Judy. You and I are to do all we can to undo that canvass,” referring to the work of Dolorez in soliciting customers for the beauty parlor. “You see, some of the new girls may think it perfectly all right to do as they see fit with their own money, in their own time, and outside of school grounds. They do not know the penalty of commercializing the college. Now, we will have to work quietly, and wisely. We must make it known in some way, that the faculty will not allow any of the girls to frequent that shop. Of course, when the promoters find that out, likely they will pull up stakes and not open up the beauty parlor.” “Then I cannot be made over! Oh, Jane! Be kind! Think what I shall miss. All my life I have dreamed of waking up red headed, and now, just when the possibility creeps to my pillow——” “Judy Stearns, come into the gym and work that off. I see no other help for such a condition as that you are suffering from. We will never beat the Breslins, while your mind wanders to beauty regions. Come along. I am going to limber you up myself,” and thus ended the chums’ conference. A few hours later, with Team One in the place of honor on the best car within commandeering distance, it seemed all Wellington was on the road to Breslin. It was late in November, and the afternoon was perfect in its riotous beauty. Enough wind, plenty of sunshine, a cyclone of late oak leaves, and crisp, dry frosty air! In the same picture, carloads of happy, healthy girls, cheering and yelling their class and college cries, laughing and singing intermittently to the tune of chugging motors. Rooting for Wellington all the way over the hills, and then through the winding roads out to the second school for girls, Breslin, there to meet and presumably vanquish the lusty foe at basketball. “We approach the conflict with optimism,” said Jane grandly, at the risk of a buffeting shower of “whacks” for attempting anything as vague as mere optimism. Always a red letter day at Wellington, the meeting with the Breslins on this particular occasion possessed the additional interest of being the deciding game in a school championship. “I saw the great, big, strong right forward of the Breslin to-day, Jane,” Drusilla Landers remarked apprehensively, “and I fear we have a real foe to fight in her muscle and stride. She is so tall, and so long, and so——” “She would have to be something else besides tall and long to outdo our windmill,” said Jane, referring to Drusilla’s particular arm sweep. “I am counting on your arms to toss that ball into the basket more times than the Breslins can count.”