She had learned by this time never to count events certainties until they were past; therefore, though she was disappointed to meet Queenie and Stella with frowns on their faces, she was not wholly surprised.
“Anything wrong?” she asked, immediately.
“I’ll say there is!” stormed the patrol leader. “Gertie and Mame are bagging tonight!”
“Gertie and Mame,” repeated Marjorie, with a feeling of relief. “Well, I’m sorry, but after all I didn’t expect them to do much with basket-ball, and we really have enough without them.”
“Knock again, Queenie—nobody home!” laughed the girl, touching her captain upon the forehead. “Don’t you understand, Miss Wilkinson—we have to have eight scouts to register our troop at Headquarters, and we need them two quitters? How can we get in the League if we ain’t—I mean are not—registered?”
Marjorie groaned.
“You’re right, Queenie. And we must register soon! It’s almost the middle of November, and we have to be in by December first! What shall we do?”
“I’ve a good mind to drop ’em, and get the Ernsberg twins.”
“Who are they?” demanded Marjorie, eagerly.
“Two kids that live on our street. They’ve never really been in our gang, but they’re dyin’ to. Only thing is, they’re kind a young.”