Marjorie acquiesced, and when Queenie was gone, she and Lily regarded each other in amusement.
“She’s a typical political boss!” remarked Lily. “But you can’t help admiring her.”
“No, you certainly can’t. Do you remember what Mr. Richards said about her—that he thought she would make something of herself. Now I wonder what Jack’s opinion will be.”
“That will be interesting—he usually sizes people up pretty correctly. I don’t think Dick or John ever gave her a thought.”
“Except to be angry at her, that first night,” commented Marjorie. “Come, Lil, let’s go get ready for the meeting; we have a lot to do tonight.”
In a few minutes the patrol leader returned, wearing a smile of satisfaction on her face that told the officers her quest had been successful, and the troop went through with its usual ceremonies. After the business meeting, Lily took charge of signalling in preparation for the passing of second class tests, and Marjorie turned to her notes about the League.
“Do you want to hear about the teams that have entered?” she asked. “I went up to Headquarters today to find out about them, and noted them down so that I could tell you.”
“Sure we want to hear!” cried Queenie, excitedly. “Reel ’em off!”
“Well,” began Marjorie, checking off the troops as she mentioned them, “there is Troop Six, from one of the playgrounds. They have a very good coach, I believe, and practice two or three nights a week, outside of scout meeting.”
“So that’s two troops sure of the cup!” observed Queenie.