“I brought the test papers over to you, Miss White, instead of leaving them in your desk, because I thought you would want to take them home and mark them there, so you could mail the averages to Miss Allen before the term closes.”
“Thank you, Ruth, you are so thoughtful. Here—I will put them in my suitcase,” she said, taking them from the girl.
“Now I think I’m ready,” she concluded. “Here is a sweater for you to wear to the station—and I guess your hands won’t get lost in these gloves.”
Ruth put on the borrowed clothing, and picked up the suitcase.
After she came back from the station, she began to dress for dinner, but said nothing to Ethel of the incident, lest in some way it might throw suspicion on her.
All the rest of the week Marjorie felt the satisfaction of a person whose task was well done. She looked eagerly forward to Monday when her success would be announced, and the troop would claim her as a candidate. She knew her Tenderfoot test already, and she thought constantly of possible ways to earn money for her uniform.
The Friday evening before the term closed, ΦΑΒ girls met for the last time. Two Juniors who had been chosen for the gym team, and who were practically sure of making the Girl Scout troop, resigned; and with only six members left, the sorority had to disband.
As Marjorie sat alone in her room that evening while Lily attended the Scout meeting, she occupied herself by writing a long letter home. And in this letter, she told her mother to expect a splendid report from the school—with a mark in Latin that she would be proud of. “And I think,” she concluded, “that this is the last Friday evening I shall have to spend in my room alone—for by this time next week, I hope to be a Girl Scout!”