Below is an extract from an Enid Blyton school story. Please write some further paragraphs after the match. The ground was sticky and muddy but of course none of the girls were bothered - if anything, they loved playing in the mud. After the match both teams are muddy messes. Some of the day girls playfully say that they wish their home field was as muddy as the St Clare's field. Isabel ruefully admits that a few weeks ago she couldn't bear the idea of playing rugby and getting filthy. Strike a fun, light tone in the same style as the rest of the story.

Kathleen was to play in an important rugby match that week, and so
was Isabel. They were the only first-form girls chosen—all the others
were second-formers. At first Pat had been by far the better of the two,
but Isabel soon learnt the knack of catching and throwing the ball in
the easiest way, and had outstripped her twin. The match was to be
against the second form of a nearby day school, and the girls were very
keen about it.

"Kathleen’s scrum-half," said Pat to Isabel. "Belinda told her today. I
say, isn’t Kath different? I quite like her now."

"Yes—and she’s so generous!" said Isabel. "She bought some sweets
yesterday and shared the whole lot round without having even one
herself. And she bought some chrysanthemums for Vera—they must have
cost a lot!"

Vera was in the sick-bay, recovering from a bad cold. She had been very
surprised and touched when Kathleen had taken her six beautiful yellow
chrysanthemums. It was so unlike Kathleen, who had always been rather
mean before.

Kathleen got Isabel to practise kicking balls back, as if out of the scrum, so that
she might get even better at retrieving them. She was very quick. Then she
and Isabel practised catching and throwing the ball and running with it
and tackling each other.

"If only, only I could score two or three tries on Saturday," Isabel
said a dozen times a day. Hilary laughed. Isabel asked her why.

"I’m laughing at _you_," said Hilary. "Who turned up her nose at
rugby a few weeks ago? You did! Who said there wasn’t any game worth
playing except hockey? You did! Who vowed and declared she would never
try to be any good at a silly game like rugby? You did. That’s why
I’m laughing! I have to sit and hear you raving about rugby now,
talking it all day long. It sounds funny to me."

Isabel laughed too, but she went rather red. "I must have seemed rather
an idiot," she said.

"You _were_ a bit of a goof," said Janet, joining in. "The stuck-up
twins! That’s what we used to call you."

"Oh," said Isabel, ashamed. She made up her mind to play so well on
Saturday that her whole form would be proud of her. The stuck-up twins!
What a dreadful name! She and Pat must really do something to make the
form forget that.

Saturday came, a brilliantly fine winter’s day. The first form were
excited. The girls from the day-school were coming to lunch and they had
to entertain them. Dinner was to be sausages and mashed potatoes, with
treacle pudding to follow, a very favourite meal.

"Now look here, Isabel and Kathleen, just see you don’t eat too much,"
ordered Hilary. "We want you to play your best. You’re the only ones
from the first form who are playing—all the rest are second-formers.
We’ll stuff the other school all right—give them so much to eat that
they won’t be able to catch a ball!"

"Oh, I say! Can’t I have two sausages?" said Isabel in dismay. "And I
always have two helpings of treacle pudding."

"Well, you won’t today," said Janet, firmly. "But if you play well and
we win, the whole form will stand you cream-buns at tea-time. See?"

So Isabel cheered up and went without a second helping of treacle
pudding quite amiably. It was a pleasant lunch. The guests were all
jolly, friendly girls, and how they laughed when they were told the
story of the Great Feast!

"We can’t have fun like that," said one of the day-girls. "We always go
home at night. What’s your rugby team like? Any good? We’ve beaten
you each time we’ve played you so far."

"And I bet we’ll beat them again," cried the captain, a tall girl with
flaming red hair.

"Cream-buns for you if you stop their tries, Kathleen!" cried Janet and
every one laughed.

All the first second and third forms turned out to watch the match. The
fourth form were playing a match of their own away from home, and the
sixth rarely bothered to watch the juniors. Some of the fifth turned up,
among them Belinda Towers, who arranged all the matches and the players,
for she was sports-captain, and very keen that St. Clare’s should win as
many matches as possible.

The players took their places. Isabel was tremendously excited. Kathleen
was quite cool and calm. The match began.

The day girls made a strong team, and were splendid runners. They got
the ball at once, and passed it from one to another whenever they were
tackled. But Isabel ran in and caught the ball as it
flew from one day girl to another!

Then she was off like the wind, racing down the field. A girl came out
to tackle and tried to drag Isabel down—but Isabel
jerked and jinked and left her tackler sprawling in the mud before passing to another St. Clare
girl—and she was off down the field too. Isabel sped behind—and caught
the ball again neatly as the other girl passed it when tackled.

But a very fast girl was after Isabel and took the ball from her. Back
the other way raced the day-girl, making for the try line. She passed the
ball to another girl, who passed it to a third—and the third one ran
straight at the line, where Kathleen stood on guard. Swift as lightning
Kathleen shoulder charged the ball carrier, drove her to the ground and Isabel, who was waiting not far off, ran in and grabbed the ball.

"Jolly well done, Kathleen!" roared every one of the St. Clare girls,
and Kathleen went red with excitement and delight.

So the match went on till half-time, when lemon quarters were taken
round on plates to all the hot and panting players. How they loved
sucking the cool sour lemon!

"The score is seven-five," said the umpire. "Seven to the day-girls of
St. Christopher’s and five to St. Clare’s."

"Play up, St. Clare’s!" cried Belinda. "Play up. Now, Isabel, score,
please!"

The second half of the match began. The players were not quite so fast
now, for they were tired. But the excitement ran very high, especially
when St. Clare’s scored two tries in quick succession, one of them scored
by Isabel and converted by Janet.

Kathleen hopped about on one leg as the girls set up for another scrum. The day girls had the put-in, but St Clare's stronger forwards won the ball. As it emerged, Kathleen grabbed it and charged down the field. She was soon tackled but managed to hand off to another St Clare's girl, who raced down the field and dived over the line to score. Try! 24-25—and only
five minutes to go!

"Only one and a half minutes more!" panted Isabel to a St. Clare girl as
she passed her the ball. "For goodness’ sake, let’s get another try and
win!"

The ball came back to her. A day girl thundered down on Isabel, a big,
burly girl. Isabel swung round and dodged, the ball still under her arm.
She passed it to another girl, who neatly passed it back as soon as she
was tackled. And then Isabel took a look at the try line, which, although a
good way away, was almost straight in front. It was worth a shot!

She kicked the ball hard and straight down the field. It rolled over the try line and Janet managed to dive on it, grounding the ball and scoring a try. How the St. Clare girls cheered!
Pat leapt up and down like a mad thing, Belinda yelled till she was
hoarse, and Hilary and Janet thumped one another on the back, though
neither of them quite knew why!

"Good old Isabel! She saved the match just in time!" cried Pat.
"Cream-buns for her!"

Hot and tired and happy, all the girls trooped off the field to wash and
tidy themselves before tea. Janet ran to get her purse to rush off on
her bicycle to buy the cream-buns.