“Mark time! One! Two! One! Two! March.”
Feet came down with an even thud—thud—and crunch—crunch on the frozen path. The march was on.
Oddly enough, at the first rest period one of the older members said:
“Why not ‘Hup, two, three,’ for us?”
“Sure. That’s the way the soldiers get it. And we’re in the Army now.”
“They’ll call us the Hup company,” someone laughed.
“That will be swell,” exclaimed another. “And that’s what we’ll be, the ‘Hup an’ comin’ Company’.”
And so it came to be.
For two hours Norma put them through their paces. Only once did her attention waver. That was when Lena gave her a long, searching look. “She knows about that night,” she told herself, and all but lost a step.
When at last the tired marchers were once more on their own, many of the girls came forward to congratulate her and tell her how well she had done.