“Of course you know that Flora Illington’s place is not filled so we have to decide definitely on another substitute to play center and—”
“You’ll choose Betty,” finished Polly, with a rush.
“Will you tell her today?” demanded Lois excitedly. “Oh, I am glad!”
And to show their entire approval of the idea, both girls threw their arms around their poor defenseless captain and hugged her until she called for help.
“Woh!” she exclaimed when they had finally let her go. “If I had known how you were going to treat me, I never would have told you; you’ve pulled my hair all down, wretches.”
“Never mind that; you can put it up again. Tell us when you are going to tell Betty,” urged Lois.
“We’ll have to vote on it as a matter of form, but of course she’ll get it. But promise me you won’t breathe a word about it until I say you may.”
“We promise; but won’t Betty be thrilled!” laughed Polly.
The luncheon bell interrupted them and they left Louise madly fixing her hair, to join the line.
At the table Betty asked: