Marjorie took Doris’s arm. “I never had such a good time in my life before,” she said. “Oh, didn’t they enjoy themselves, though! And wasn’t that tiny little one cute?”
Before they had taken many steps, they met Dorothy Maxwell, coming from the school.
“Where is Miss Phillips?” she asked, with concern.
“Back with Lily, I think,” answered Marjorie. “But what is the matter, Dot? You look as if something dreadful has happened!”
“Well, it has! Helen’s pretty badly hurt!”
“Helen Stewart? When she fell off the swing?”
“Yes; I guess her ankle’s sprained, at least; maybe it’s something even worse!”
By this time Miss Phillips and the rest of the scouts had reached the spot where the girls had stopped, and they all crowded around, asking questions.
“I will go to her at once,” said Miss Phillips, hurrying off with Dorothy.
The girls resumed walking. “Suppose she can’t take part in the play,” suggested Ethel. “She’s leading lady, you know!”