"Good thing it's his left arm that's hurt."
"Isn't his hair lovely? I adore hair that is slightly greying!"
"When do you suppose they'll be married?"
"Did you say he was an artist or an engineer?"
"Won't she look lovely in a wedding gown?"
"_I_ wouldn't be married in anything but white."
"Judith Benson thinks she's _it_. What is she doing in it anyhow?"
Judith smiled happily in her bath. She had decided on her bridesmaid's frock.
SPRING came early this year and the school spent much time out of doors during the last term. Many classes were held in the big sun porches and in the sheltered spots in the grounds, and the various teams were hard at basket-ball and cricket and tennis, even before breakfast.
It was not so hard now to get up at a quarter to seven, and Judith and Florence even joined the B.B.B.'s--"Before Breakfast Brigade"--who pledged themselves to get up in time for a dip in the swimming-pool or a game before the breakfast-bell rang.
Judith was especially keen about tennis, and she improved her game so much that, to her surprise and delight, even high and mighty prefects like Patricia and Catherine were asking her for practice games in preparation for the House and School Tournaments later on. Catherine was a very busy person, indeed, just now; she had an important part in the play given during prize-giving week and she was a member of the Senior basket-ball team. Judith would never be a basket-ball enthusiast, but she filled a very respectable position on the Junior team and she could share in the excitement about the Senior match which was to be played against Queen's School. Patricia was working her team hard; every spare hour was devoted to goal practice, and team practice came every day as a matter of course.
Nancy had much to tell Judith of last year's triumph when Eleanor's brilliant play had won the coveted trophy for York Hill. This year Queen's were reported to have a marvellous centre and school gossip held that the York Hill team would have a hard battle to keep the shield. Unfortunately, the very day before the match, Helen Burton, a prefect of West House, slipped and wrenched her knee, so that her playing was out of the question. She was not their most brilliant player by any means, but she was steady and used her brains in the game better than most. Althea Somerset was put in as a substitute, but it was disconcerting to lose a tried warrior before the fight began.