“Two? Which two?” demanded Lily.
“Theirs, and ours!” replied the other, coolly.
The girls all laughed, and Marjorie continued.
“Troops Eighteen and Thirty-five, both from churches. I think they’re rather new at the game——”
“Whitewash them!” commented Stella, adopting her patrol leader’s attitude.
“Troop Ninety-seven, from one of the suburbs. I understand they’re older girls—farmerettes, I believe.”
“Regular Huskies!” was Queenie’s definition of them. “But we’ve got brains, besides muscle!”
“And last of all, Troop One-sixty-one, from down in your district, Dottie——”
“That’s the High School Troop!” cried the latter, with unmistakable awe in her tone. “They really going into the League?”
“Yes, why not?” asked Marjorie.