“How young?”
“School kids—in Dot’s class at High. Only fifteen, I guess.”
“Do they seem interested in scouts?”
Queenie shrugged her shoulders.
“I guess they’d like to do anything I did. And they’d fall hard for you and Miss Andrews.”
“Couldn’t we get them without dropping the others?” suggested Marjorie, ignoring the compliment.
“We could—but I’m beginnin’ to feel Mame and Gertie is dead ones. Sunflower Troop just naturally has to be up and kickin’!”
“Yes, that’s my idea too,” agreed the captain, although she would have expressed it in different language. “Well, I’ll leave it up to you, Queenie—I know you will think of whatever is best. It wouldn’t be putting Gertie and Mame out, because they haven’t shown enough interest to get in yet. And I do think it’s pretty mean not to make an effort to pass the tenderfoot test. They’re keeping the whole troop from appearing in uniform.”
Queenie’s eyes blazed angrily; she had not thought of this outcome before.
“That decides it, Miss Wilkinson!” she exclaimed. “I’m goin’ a get the kids on the phone this minute, if you’ll hold up the meetin’ for me.”