“No, that’s so,” admitted Ruth; “I guess I was counting on the class swimming team. But, believe me, I’ll make the school swimming team, you just see!”
Unlike Ruth, Marjorie said nothing about her disappointment. But she was surprised that her name was not on the list; for being a hockey team member, she had expected to be a candidate. “They have Girl Scouts, and I am not one!” she said over and over to herself. “Maybe I ought to have stayed in ΦΑΒ,” she thought. “It isn’t too late yet.”
But Marjorie was not a girl to go back on her word; she had resigned, though they had not accepted her resignation, and she would abide by her decision. It must have been her Latin that kept her out, she concluded, and she resolved to work harder in that branch in the future.
After supper, Ruth came over to Marjorie’s room and found her congratulating Lily.
“I don’t know how I ever did it,” said Lily. “But I’m so glad—if only Miss Phillips is our Captain. Do you think she will be?”
“You are allowed to elect whoever you want,” said Ruth. “And I guess it will be Miss Phillips or Miss Landis. They seem to be about the most popular teachers in the school.”
“They deserve to be!” exclaimed Marjorie. “Especially Miss Phillips—I think she’s wonderful!”
“I certainly am surprised you didn’t make it, Marj,” said Ruth. “Of course, when they decided on that team business, I knew I couldn’t,” she lied.
“I thought they’d count the class swimming team,” said Lily. “Why, we can’t really start till we have eight girls, for you need at least that number for a troop.”
“Miss Phillips expects to pick the swimming team to-morrow,” said Marjorie.