All three of the tenderfoot scouts shook their heads guiltily.
“Let’s make it a race,” suggested Marjorie, “and see who can be ready first. I’ll telephone Mr. Richards.”
“That’ll fix ’em—they’ll get to work!” Queenie assured her jokingly. “Specially Goldie—she’s entirely gone on him.”
Reluctantly Marjorie put aside the subject of basketball and steeled herself to put forward her new proposition.
“Girls,” she began, “would you be willing to dress some dolls for some children in a hospital ward?”
“I can’t sew!” announced Annie Marshall immediately.
“And I hate it!” volunteered Aggie.
Marjorie’s spirits fell. But remembering the hike, she decided not to insist.
“All right, then—that’s all about that,” she said as cheerfully as she could.
But when the girls were adjourning their meeting to the basketball floor, she was surprised to hear Goldie and Dot bring the subject up again.