“And now about my job—and why you won’t need to worry about our scout troop—at least if I make good. You know I’m so sociable I always said I wished I could get a job where I’d meet a lot of people in a social way, and Mr. Richards has found me one. I start in May first as Miss Winthrop’s assistant at the community house!”
“Miss Winthrop’s assistant!” Marjorie repeated, almost unable to believe her ears. “Why, Queenie, that is marvellous!”
“I think so, too,” agreed the girl. “I’m to have charge of the girls’ clubs, under her direction, and have my mornings off to study. So naturally, Troop Two Hundred will get the choicest care!”
Marjorie leaned back in her chair, pressing her roses to her face, and letting her eyes wander from one scout to another, and finally to John. At last she heaved a sigh of content.
“This,” she whispered so low that hardly any one could hear her, “is the happiest day of my life!”
But Queenie and John, on either side of her, heard and understood—and smiled.
The End.
Transcriber’s Note:
The Contents was added by the transcriber. Punctuation has been standardised. Hyphenation has been retained as published in the original book.
Known changes have been made as follows: