“Swell!” cried Queenie, as usual speaking for the troop.
“Yes,” agreed Marjorie. “Only I do wish that some more girls would pass that second-class test, as Annie did tonight. We haven’t one, single, registered substitute.”
Queenie looked worried.
“You twins has got t’ get to work!” she commanded seriously.
Both girls saluted respectfully.
“We’ll do that little thing for you, Queenie!”
It was not until after the practice that Marjorie made an opportunity to extend her invitation to Queenie. Since nothing had been said about Gertie’s visit at either meeting, she felt comparatively sure that the patrol leader had heard nothing of it. Evidently she was right, for Queenie was delighted with the invitation.
“Sure we’ll go!” she cried excitedly. “I’ve been wantin’ you to meet Sam, so you can tell my mother that you like him. Somehow, they can’t see him.”
“Why not?” asked Marjorie shrewdly.
“I guess because he never comes to the house. It’s always somethin’ doin with him—a ride or a show, or somethin’. They haven’t had a good look at him yet.”