When they entered the building they met uniformed scouts on every side. Boys and girls alike were rushing about excitedly, as if the management of the whole match were upon their shoulders.
“Here comes the other team!” cried a husky girl in middy and bloomers, who in spite of her sneakers, looked at least six feet tall. “Welcome, worthy opponents!”
Marjorie’s entire troop stood still, rooted to the spot.
“Are you all that size?” gasped Queenie in awe.
The other girl laughed uproariously.
“We’ve got some height—and muscle, too!” she replied with assurance. “We’re going to give you a fight, even if we are from the country!”
“That’s what we like,” nodded Marjorie, with true sportsmanship.
“Anyway,” whispered Stella to her captain, “their uniforms can’t touch ours!”
“And we have two college ’Varsity players on our team,” Queenie reminded her.
“And a whale of a coach!” added Dot enthusiastically.