Marjorie laughed, really pleased by the girl’s frankness. It meant a great deal to her to have the scouts want to give her something.
“Well, I thank you a thousand times,” she said; “and I hope you all have a very merry Christmas. Don’t forget scout meeting—the first Saturday night in January!”
“We’ll all be there!” Queenie promised.
She climbed into John’s car and literally dropped into her seat. She thought she had never been so tired in her life before.
“Thank goodness that’s over!” she breathed at last. “And only three more days of college!”
“Are you really so worn-out, Marjorie?” inquired John solicitously. “You oughtn’t to have played tonight!”
“And lost the chance of that victory—with what it means to the scouts? Oh, John, I’d have played till I dropped!”
“I believe you would!”
“But when I get home I certainly am going to take things easy. Breakfast in bed every day, afternoon nap, retire at half past nine. It’s going to be the simple life for me after the next ten days.”
“Then mayn’t I come up and see you?” he asked, a trifle pensively.