That good can always triumph over evil, and that love and unselfishness will wipe out many social blots, and put beauty in their place.
As the rainbow has seven prismatic colors, these may stand for seven talents of woman.
Violet = Virtue--the bed-rock of woman"s influence.
Indigo = Industry--which means willing service.
Blue = Beauty--in its many and varied forms.
Green = Generosity--to give of our best to others.
Yellow = Youth--to offer our best years to G.o.d.
Orange = Order--which includes organization.
Red = Radiation--the Love Force going out to others.
Fellowship
Every member of the League shall pledge herself to forward its objects and to take an active part in any schemes of help that may be inst.i.tuted in connection with it.
Flower Emblem. The Iris.
Motto. "Freely ye have received, freely give."
Ingred sat for a moment or two, watching the petals blow from the last roses on the bush that hung over the worn stone wall. The old Abbey lay on one hand, the buildings of the new school on the other. They seemed the very personification of ancient and modern.
"The world can"t stand still," she thought, "and if it"s got to move on, I suppose I"d better help to give it a shove in the right direction."
Walking into the hostel, she met Nora and Fil walking arm-in-arm.
"Hullo, Ingred! Have you read the paper about the Rainbow League?" asked Fil eagerly. "I think it"s ripping! Nora and I are both going to join."
"And so am I," said Ingred, as she pa.s.sed by them, and went upstairs.
CHAPTER VII
Hockey
Ingred signed her name next morning as a member of the Rainbow League, and received a neat notebook with a j.a.panese design of purple irises stencilled on the cover. Though the new society was supposed to be run entirely by the girls themselves, it was much encouraged at head-quarters, and special allowances were made for its activities. Miss Burd sent for a book on _Toy-making at Home_, and gave the Handicraft cla.s.ses an indulgence to concentrate for the present on the construction of little windmills, carts, dolls" furniture, trains, jigsaw puzzles, and other articles described in its fascinating pages. Such a number of girls had joined the League that many willing hands were at work, and at Christmas they hoped to have a sale of the best of the toys in aid of a fund for War Orphans, and to send the remainder to be given away as treats for poor children.
Lispeth was highly enthusiastic, and full of future schemes.
"We"ll do toy-making this term," she decreed, "and then next term we can think of something else. In the spring and summer we"ll have a Posy Union to send bunches of flowers to sick people. We can"t do anything of that, of course, during the winter, unless some of you like to put down bulbs; it would be lovely to give a pot of purple crocuses to a little crippled child! I think making the toys is just A1. I want to start a manufactory!"
"Barring the glue," said Susie Wakefield. "It smells simply abominable when it boils over. Why doesn"t somebody bring out a patent for sweet-scented glue?"
"Sweet-scented glue! You Sybarite!"
"Why not? They could make it out of all those delicious gums and resins you read about in books on the Spice Islands, instead of--by the by, what is glue made of?"
"Horses" hoofs, I believe, but I fancy it"s better not to ask what it"s made of. I don"t think your gums and resins would do the deed so well.
We"d best stick to good old-fashioned glue."
"That"s just what I complained of--I _do_ stick to it, or rather it sticks to me. I get it all over my hands, and smears down my overall."
"Then you"re an untidy workwoman, old sport, and I can"t do anything for you except recommend "Gresolvent.""
The girls were grateful for the lat.i.tude of the Handicraft cla.s.s, for otherwise they would have had little or no time to give to the construction of toys. The homework of the College was stiff, and certain games were compulsory. The hockey season had begun, and fixtures had been made with other schools in the neighborhood.
"We must see that the old Coll. keeps up its reputation," said Blossom Webster, the games captain. "Last year, when we had Lennie Peters and Sophy Aston, we did a thing or two, didn"t we? "What girl has done, girl can do!" and we"ve just got to buck up and try."
"Rather!" agreed the team.
Among the various matches which had been arranged was one with The Clinton High School Old Girls" a.s.sociation. It was an amateur team of enthusiasts, who, debarred from playing any longer for their school, had established a club of their own. They had sent a challenge to Grovebury College, and it had been accepted.
"Sat.u.r.day morning"s a weird time for a match!" said Blossom, re-reading the letter to her chums. "But their captain says it"s the only time they can get their field. It"s used by another club in the afternoons, so she"s fixed eleven o"clock."
"It suits me rather decently," said Janie Potter. "I"m going out to tea in the afternoon, so I couldn"t have come if the match had been at three. Don"t stare at me like that! _No_ I"m _not_ a slacker! I must accept invitations to tea sometimes, even if I _am_ in the team. What a dragon you are, Blossom!"
"Good thing some one keeps the team up, or you"d be gadding off tea-drinking instead of playing!" returned Blossom grimly. "Grovebury expects every girl to do her duty on Sat.u.r.day. It will be bad luck for the season if we lose our first match."
The Clinton Old Girls" a.s.sociation had its field at Denscourt, a town ten miles away from Grovebury. It was arranged by the team, and for any girls from the college who cared to come as spectators, to meet at the railway station at 10:15, and travel together under the escort of Miss Giles.
Ingred, who was a keen player, and very proud of having been placed in the reserve, was to spend Friday night at the hostel, instead of returning as usual to Wynch-on-the-Wold.
Nora, Verity, and Fil were also to be numbered among the spectators.
On the eventful morning, as the girls were just finishing breakfast, a telegram arrived for Rachel Grant. She tore open the yellow envelope, and her face fell as she read the brief message. Her mother was seriously ill, and she must return home immediately. Mrs. Best went upstairs at once to arrange for her hurried journey, and to help her to pack.
Downstairs at the breakfast-table the girls discussed the bad news. They were very sorry for Rachel, and also for themselves, for she was their right inner.
"It"s like our luck!" fretted Janie Potter.
"Too disgusting for words!" groused Doreen Hayward.
"Poor old Rachel!" groaned Fil.
"What"s going to be done?" asked everybody, as they folded their serviettes and left the table.
That question was answered by Miss Giles, who beckoned to Ingred in the hall, and said briefly:
"Ingred, will you fetch your hockey-stick and pads?"
Ingred did not need telling twice. To take Rachel"s place was indeed an honor. Such a chance did not come often. With huge satisfaction she donned her neat navy-blue skirt, edged with its orange band, and her blouse with its orange collar and cuffs.