She knew that this year was John’s last at the academy, so she planned to see more of him before it was too late.
“Why don’t you ask Jack to go over to Miss Martin’s to our basket-ball game with them, and take some of his friends?” asked Ruth of Marjorie, a week before the date for which the event was scheduled. “Miss Allen said the boys would be allowed to attend.”
“Oh, I don’t know; I’ve been too busy to think about it!”
Marjorie, because she was both tall and quick, had been chosen for the position of jumping-center on the school team. She had been going out regularly to the practices in the field (the girls at Miss Allen’s played out-door basket-ball), and she was in splendid trim for the game. Her cheeks glowed and her eyes sparkled while she played; had she been a vain girl, she would have realized that under no other circumstance could she appear so attractive.
“Go on—write to Jack!” pleaded Ruth. “Why, he’d love to see you play. Ask him to bring some of the other scouts!”
“But I wouldn’t be able to look after them! I’m in the game!”
“Of course—that’s why he ought to be allowed to come. I’ll entertain them, and ask Doris to help.”
“All right,” agreed Marjorie. “Who else shall I suggest?”
“Roger Harris, of course, for Doris, and anybody else. How about the senior patrol leader—what was his name?”
Marjorie blushed. “John Hadley?”