"It must have been that insulting remark of Ruth's, the night of the fête!" Marjorie assured herself, over and over. "Except for that, we'd probably be good friends by now!"
Then she would remind herself that Frieda really was progressing, that the troop was doing its part, and that there was actually no cause to worry.
On one afternoon that was warm and beautiful, and for which there was no hockey practice scheduled, she was debating in her mind what to do, when Lily threw open the door.
"Marj!" she exclaimed, "inside, on a day like this!"
"Oh, I'm going out," her room-mate replied slowly. "Only I can't decide where. What are you going to do?"
"Play tennis with Doris."
"That's nice."
She watched Lily put on her bloomers, which the girls were allowed to wear on their own courts, and her sneakers, still undecided as to her course of action.
"Want to play, too?" invited Lily. "Why not get Ruth, and we'll make it doubles?"