She found four of the girls—Daisy, Alice, Ethel and Florence in a circle about Lily, admiring her engagement ring—a solitaire in a filigree platinum setting. Lily had discarded her other rings for the time being, so the new jewel shone out in undisputed splendor on her pretty hand.
“We’re not a bit surprised,” said Alice teasingly. “We’ve known it for a long time!”
Lily turned indignantly towards her roommate.
“Marj!” she flared. “If you told on me——”
For a moment Marjorie looked hurt; then Lily burst out laughing.
“I know you didn’t, you old peach!” she declared. “But I guess after all I couldn’t expect it to be much of a secret. Girls, where do you suppose Doris and Mae are?”
“Coming now!” cried Ethel, rushing into the hall as the butler opened the door.
Lily’s engagement was forgotten; everything, everybody faded into the background at the entrance of the young mother with her baby. Little Doris was four months old now, and they all pronounced her the very cunningest baby they had ever seen. She was not in the least frightened by the girls, but went from one to another of her admirers with the sweetest smile.
“Our youngest Girl Scout!” Alice nicknamed her as she dropped on her knees to play with her. “It was so thoughtful of you to have a girl, Doris.”
Doris beamed in happiness, and her daughter imitated her with a smile.