“Don’t forget I spent all last Saturday with mine!” put in Florence proudly.
“Then you must have been running it pretty hard, if it needed so much attention!” returned Lily.
“Really, I think they’re all splendid!” cried Daisy Gravers, as she fumbled for her key, and inserted it in the lock. “And there’s never a day goes past, Alice, that I don’t feel grateful to your Aunt Emeline for such marvellous presents.”
“Well, we earned ’em!” remarked Florence, who was never inclined to be sentimental.
“Do you ever hear from Aunt Emeline?” inquired Daisy. “Or,” she added laughingly, “the nephews?”
“Yes, Aunt Emeline’s disappointed that we’re not doing something to continue our troop. She says she never saw such a plucky set of girls.”
“Well, we certainly had fun!” observed Marjorie Wilkinson reminiscently. “I consider my Girl Scout experience the best part of my life!”
“You mean, so far,” her roommate corrected her. “The poet says, ‘The best is yet to be * * *’, and I believe it. Well, girls, everybody ready to hit the trail?”
They fell into line in the road, passed through the college gate, and descended the hill to the garage. It was not until after they had left their cars that conversation was resumed.
“You all going to the dance in the gym tonight?” asked Daisy.