“Looks that way!” returned Lily, as much pleased as Marjorie.
“But why, I wonder—when hardly anybody knows us?”
“I think we must have won a lot of friends that first night when you made the girls stick to their principle. Everybody admires good sportsmanship.”
“Well, it’s lovely, anyhow, whatever the reason is. But it means that you people better hurry up and get some seats, or there won’t be any left. Save a place for me, and I’ll be up as soon as I find Jack and get the team lined up.”
Hardly was she outside the door when Goldie and Dot, obviously in a panic, literally bumped into her.
“Captain!” Dot flung out breathlessly. “Queenie hasn’t shown up!”
Marjorie grasped the excited girl’s arm in sudden alarm.
“Queenie!” she repeated. Then, realizing that she must not allow the girls to lose control of themselves at so decisive a time, she added, “But it’s only ten minutes of eight. She’ll surely come—she always does.”
“But she didn’t go to the hospital with us,” Goldie reminded her.
“Oh, that was different! That wasn’t basket-ball!”