“I know it!” cried Marjorie with sincere humility.
“You’re playing wild, Sis,” he continued. “You haven’t landed the jump once—and after the ball is in play the rest of the team can’t depend on you. Poor little Dot is being overworked!”
“I don’t mind it!” exclaimed the latter, her eyes shining with excitement.
“But that won’t do!” objected the coach. “Every girl has got to play her position, if you want to win.”
“What can I do, Jack?” asked Marjorie desperately.
“Why, this is what I’m going to try: You know you used to be a pretty good shot as a forward, so I’m going to move you up, and put Annie in the center. She’s quick and tall; I believe that she can get the ball.”
“That’s a great idea!” exclaimed his sister, in obvious relief. She believed that her own nervousness before each toss-up was actually rendering her helpless. If this were removed, she might be able to get into the game with her old time speed.
The coach took Annie aside and began to give her some further instruction regarding her new position, while Marjorie dashed up to the balcony to see Lily and John. To her amazement she found the latter gone.
“Where is he?” she demanded instantly.
Lily smiled at her chum’s frank distress.