"We'd like to hear about it, though," added Kitty Saunders. "I call it rather a brain wave to choose a reporter."
"Hands up any girls who are free on Saturday!" called Beatrice Jackson.
The announcement had been made rather late, so most of the form already had engagements for the holiday. Only six hands were raised, belonging respectively to Ingred Saxon, Avie Irving, Avis Marlowe, Francie Hall, Bess Haselford, and Beatrice Jackson herself.
"A poor muster for Va!" remarked Kitty. "As Ingred's our warden, I should think she'd better write the report."
"The Finbury ground is a horribly awkward place to get to," put in Beatrice. "I suppose you'll motor there, Ingred."
"We have no car now," confessed Ingred, turning very red, for she was sure that Beatrice knew that fact only too well, and had brought it into prominence on purpose to humiliate her.
"Oh! I suppose you'll be motoring, Bess? Couldn't you give some of us a lift?"
"I believe I could take you all," replied Bess pleasantly. "Of course I shall have to ask Dad first if I may have the car out on Saturday, but I don't expect he'll say no."
"Oh, what sport! We'll come, you bet. Look here, I beg to propose that Bess Haselford writes the report of the match."
"And I second it," declared Francie. "Hands up, girls! Bess shall be 'boss' for this show."