Marjorie shook her head.
“Can you imagine girls of that age and that type caring much about their younger sisters’ pastimes? I’m afraid not, Daisy, and besides, what real chance would we get to talk to them—at a dance? They’ll be much more interested in their partners.”
Daisy sighed; there was no doubt that Marjorie was correct in her surmise.
“Then you won’t go?”
“I don’t see that it would be of much use.”
“I really oughtn’t to have asked you—when this is your big night,” said Daisy, contritely. “I honestly forgot all about the class election.”
“Oh, the class election!” There was contempt in Marjorie’s tone, mingled with indifference. “You know that it isn’t that, Daisy! And I don’t want you to think that scouting is the only thing in the world I’m interested in. If I really thought I could be of use to you, I’d go.”
Daisy jumped up in delight.
“You honestly mean it, Marj? Oh, I am sure you can do a whole lot! You know you’re a born leader, and the girls will just naturally have to do the right thing, because you’re there. They’d never notice me—I’m always so shy—but you——”
“Now, Daisy, that’s quite enough——” she began tipping her over on the couch to enforce order, when she was abruptly interrupted by the arrival of Alice and Lily.