“He’s crazy about her!” Queenie thought, watching him jealously. “Of course, he couldn’t see me—when she’s around.” Her eyes narrowed. “What do I care?” she decided, with an unconscious toss of her head. “Didn’t I get a letter from Sam this morning?” She put her hand against her dress and distinguished the outline of the envelope against her clothing.
“We’re all working for a prize,” Marjorie was telling Mr. Richards. Then she repeated the story of the children in the hospital, and mentioned the scouts’ proposed visit.
The young man was more than interested, and asked that he be allowed to accompany them on their expedition.
“Plannin’ to see her oftener,” Queenie mused with tightened lips.
“And that reminds me,” he continued, when he had been assured by the captain that he was welcome, “how would you girls like to study first-aid and follow it with home nursing? I could give you the first-aid, and I know a cracker-jack of a nurse who’d give the other.”
Queenie knew that this time he kept his eyes fixed upon her, expecting her to accept with enthusiasm. Just to baffle him, she turned to Marjorie.
“What do you say, Captain?”
“Splendid!” cried Marjorie eagerly.
“I think so, too!” put in Stella, not waiting to be asked.