“Here we are at last!” cried Marjorie, jumping up and reaching for her bag. “And here are our families to meet us!”
Mrs. Wilkinson was obviously glad to see the girls together again; and Mrs. Henry tried to conceal the feeling of pride she experienced at the thought of her own daughter’s success compared with the other girl’s failure.
“A good deal has happened since Christmas, hasn’t it, Marjorie?” said Mrs. Wilkinson, after they were comfortably seated in the machine.
“Yes,” answered Marjorie, “I’m no longer a sorority girl.”
“So I understand—but are you a Girl Scout?”
“Not yet; my Latin——”
“Oh, yes, I know; you’ll surely be able to pull that up soon if——”
“Did Ruth make the troop?” interrupted Jack.
“Yes; she’s a second-class scout already.”
“Good for her!” said Jack. “I got my pin on Friday night,” he added proudly.