“Well, I’ll take good care to see him and tell him how you’ve been feeling lately! I’ll fix you!”
“Don’t be mean, Lil!”
“It’s for your own good.”
“We must think of the good of the team tonight—after this match is over, I’ll have all the rest of my life to consider my own good.”
“Much chance!” muttered Lily sarcastically.
“Well, I don’t honestly think you need worry,” Marjorie assured her. “It’s Queenie who has been practicing with the team, Queenie who has been coached on the signals—she’s the one Jack is depending on.”
“I’m mighty glad of it!” replied the other, letting out her throttle, and giving her attention to the road, as if the matter were concluded.
When the girls reached the hall where the game was to be played, they found it brilliantly lighted in honor of the occasion. From the wide open windows a confusion of laughter and talking floated out; scouts and other visitors could be seen in all the front rooms of the building. It was evident that this was to be a big event for the Girl Scouts of Philadelphia.
Marjorie and Lily found Dick and John waiting for them at the entrance, and made their way through the crowd to the gymnasium. There they saw not only bright lights, but festive decorations as well. The balcony had been divided into two sections; one of which was draped with wide streamers of yellow cheesecloth, with a huge artificial sunflower in the center, the other in blue, with a big cornflower ornamenting it. It was evident that the visitors were expected to express their preference for either team by sitting in the seats marked by their respective flowers.
“Why, we have a splendid showing!” cried Marjorie gaily, as she looked up and saw half of their section already filled with spectators. “Look, Lil—we have more rooters than the other troop! Do you really suppose we’re so popular?”