“Surely,” said Lily. “And what are you planning to do next year, Mr. Hadley?”
“Princeton, I think,” he said, “though I’m not quite sure.”
By the time the scouts had completed their tour of inspection, it was ten o’clock, and they said good-bye to the girls and hurried off to get their things. Lily ran up to her room as fast as she could, to tell Marjorie the news.
“Did he really ask about me?” asked her room-mate, trying to appear disinterested.
“Yes, and he seemed so disappointed that you weren’t in the troop!”
“Tell me all about it,” said Marjorie; and Lily complied with her request, carrying on one of those one-sided conversations about “what he said,” that girls all love to hold with each other.
“But I didn’t tell him how soon you would be a Girl Scout,” she concluded.
“If I only am!” sighed Marjorie. “It seems to me I never wanted anything so much in my life!”
“Well, keep on studying, and it won’t be long now till the next Latin test, and that will surely give you the chance you have been waiting for!”