"But we have only one substitute," remarked Miss Phillips.
Marjorie paused a moment before she replied. Then,
"What would you think of Barbara Hill?"
"Good—but erratic. Yes, she'd do for a sub forward. All right, then, I'll notify the girls, and call a meeting to elect a captain. We must beat Miss Martin's this year!"
Marjorie flushed at the recollection of the previous year's game, which, she had always considered, she had lost for her school.
"Let's make everybody go into training this year!" she said, prompted by the recollection.
"All right!" agreed Miss Phillips. Then, abruptly changing the subject, she looked straight into Marjorie's eyes, and asked softly,
"What's the matter, Marjorie?"
The girl colored again under her scrutiny. But there was no use in attempting to hide anything from the Captain.