“Eleven o’clock!” cried Marjorie, jumping out of bed. “Oh, my goodness, another unexcused absence!”
“Marj,” said Ruth slowly, “can I borrow your ‘Tales from Shakespeare’? I got permission to stay home for a headache; but I’m better now, and I want to look up something.”
“Surely—it’s down on the bottom shelf. You don’t mind if I hurry?”
“No, indeed; I have to go anyhow. Good luck to you! Good-bye!”
When Marjorie and Lily returned together from church at noon, the first thing that struck Lily’s eye after she sat down on her cot was Marjorie’s lost crocheting.
“Here’s your square of filet, Marj!” she exclaimed, picking up the piece. “It was behind the pillow! I wonder how long it’s been there—and we never saw it!”
“But I did look there, before,” protested Marjorie. “Anyway,” she added, putting it into her work bag, “I’m glad to have it to take home with me.”
CHAPTER XIX
THE BOY SCOUTS ENTERTAIN
When the girls were ready to take the train which was to carry them home for the spring holidays, it was Ruth who desired to avoid Marjorie’s company. But she was not so successful as the latter had been on their last journey; probably this was due to the fact that she was not foresighted enough to secure an early dismissal.