After the girls had eaten, they sang once more the song to Miss Phillips, and went out quietly.
When Marjorie reached her room, she asked as casually as she could, “Do you remember when I first missed my crocheting, Lily?”
Lily tried to think. “It must have been Saturday before we went home, Marj; for you were doing it Friday night while we were at scout meeting. Why?”
“Oh, nothing—I just wondered. And you found it Sunday, didn’t you?”
“Yes, when we came home from church. Aren’t you glad, though? I think Miss Phillips liked your present best of all, Marj!”
“Thank you, Lily,” said Marjorie absently. But over and over in her mind she repeated:
“And a Girl Scout’s honor is to be trusted!”
CHAPTER XXI
THE BASKET-BALL GAME
It is natural for the younger girls of a school to look up to those in the upper classes—for the freshmen to make one of the juniors or seniors her ideal; and it is likewise usual to find the younger girl admiring the older boys she happens to meet. Partly for this reason, perhaps, and partly because he was both genial and attractive, Ruth conceived a violent admiration for John Hadley. She had considered him the best-looking scout at the demonstration in January; now, after the party at the cabin, she admitted to herself that she was really “crazy about him.” True, she had not seen much of him at the party, for he sat beside Doris after the games were over; but she knew that Doris was pretty well smitten with Roger Harris, and did not allow the possibility of her interference to worry her. She had never heard Marjorie speak of him, and she had no idea that his interest lay in that direction.