“Miss Wilkinson,” whispered Dot, “Goldie and I would love to dress some dolls for sick children. Will you tell us about it?”
Marjorie’s heart warmed towards these girls—almost children themselves in comparison to herself. She told them gladly of her idea—that the troop dress some and take them to the hospital in person.
“Bring them next week!” Goldie pleaded, “and we’ll make all the others envious. Just you watch!”
Marjorie was only too delighted to promise that she would. Her one regret was that it was not Queenie who offered.
CHAPTER XIX.
THE EXHIBITION.
Marjorie did not bring the dolls to the next scout meeting as she had promised, for it was a scheduled game with Troop Eighteen. She knew that the girls who had offered to dress them would be too excited to think about it. She was correct; for both Dot and Goldie were already on the floor practicing when she arrived. She sauntered over towards them.
“Goldie,” she began, “how would you like to play this game instead of me?”
The girl fairly gasped in amazement.
“Oh, I never could, Miss Wilkinson!”