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 warnings or anything of that sort," Georgia's round-eyed roommate
declared solemnly to Betty, in a burst of confidence about the way she
was worrying over Georgia. "She sits and thinks for hours sometimes, and
doesn't answer me if I speak to her. And she says she doesn't care
whether she gets a chance to play in the big game or not. Just imagine
saying that, Miss Wales." "She's tired," suggested Betty loyally.
"She'll be all right after vacation." Meanwhile, in the less searching
eyes of the college world, Georgia continued to be the spoiled child of
fortune. She came back from the prom, with glowing tales of the good
times she had had, and whether or not she cared about it she was the
only "sub" who got a chance to play in the big game. She made two goals,
while Betty clapped for her frantically and her class made their side of
the gallery actually tremble with the manifestations of their delight.
It was just as Betty was leaving the gym on the afternoon of the game
that Jean Eastman overtook her. "Could you come for a walk?" she asked
abruptly. "There is something I want to get settled before vacation. It
won't take long. It's about Bassanio," she went on, when they had gotten
a little away from the crowd. "I want to give up my part. Do you suppose
Mary Horton would take it now?" "You want to give up Bassanio?" Betty
repeated wonderingly. "Yes. There's no use in mincing ma