The girls found the gymnasium as crowded and as confused as the halls. Evidently, they surmised, this was the usual custom at important games, but Marjorie sensed that something was amiss. Leaving her girls in the dressing room, she went in search of Miss Ainsworth.
“She hasn’t come yet,” one of the secretaries in the office informed her.
“Hasn’t come!” repeated Marjorie in alarm. “Well, what could have happened?”
“There has been a train wreck on her branch,” replied the other, “and we suppose that is the reason for the delay.”
“Then what shall we do? Have you someone else who can referee?”
At that moment the city director of the Girl Scouts entered the room. Apparently she was disturbed over the situation as Marjorie.
“I don’t know what to do, Miss Wilkinson,” she said, “unless we let your coach referee one-half of the game and Troop Ninety-seven’s the other half.”
“But our coach is a man,” objected Marjorie. “And I never consider men strict enough.”
“So is Troop Ninety-seven’s coach a man—but as far as I can see there is nothing else to do. I don’t know enough about the game myself, or I’d be glad to do it. If you can suggest anything else——”
“Only postpone the game,” offered Marjorie.