“Marj,” began Lily, dreamily, after she had reassured herself that her companion was awake, “would you care an awful lot if I didn’t come to scout meeting every Saturday night?”
The other girl regarded her tenderly.
“Of course not, Lil—I understand. You have so much to plan for to think about, if you’re going to be married right after Commencement. I know I’d feel the same way.”
“You won’t think me a quitter, then?” she asked, anxiously. “It isn’t as if I weren’t interested in the troop—but I’m so sure it’s going to keep on going splendidly that I don’t believe you really need me. Sophia can take my place on the team. If it were any other night but Saturday——”
“Yes, of course, Lil,” repeated Marjorie sympathetically. “I really think you are right. After all, Dick has some claims. And he ought to have your week-ends.”
“I’m so glad you see it that way, Marj! I do want to come home, too, whenever I can, for mother and dad’s sake as much as for my own. She even insists on a New York dressmaker for my trousseau, though I’d rather just find somebody in Philadelphia. You know I haven’t any classes on Saturday, so I could leave college sometimes on Fridays.”
“The scouts will agree, I am sure,” continued Marjorie, “especially when they see your ring. They won’t think it’s because you’re tired of them.”
“Do you think that you ought to get another lieutenant?” Lily inquired. “Daisy or Floss?”
“All three of the juniors are busy with that troop in the village,” Marjorie reminded her. “So I’d hate to take them away, for they’re doing good work there. And I’m sure I don’t want an outsider. No, I think I can manage myself, if you’ll drop in whenever you can.”
“Indeed I will!” the other girl promised.