“Sounds too strenuous to me!” yawned Gertie. “We ain’t ladies of leisure, Mrs. Wilkinson. We all work.”
“Neither am I, for that matter,” said Marjorie.
“What do you do?” asked Stella Cox, in surprise.
“I go to college. I finish this year.”
“You still in school!” repeated Queenie in amazement. “You must ’ave started awful late!”
Marjorie smiled at the bluntness of the remark.
“I started at six,” she explained. “But it’s eight years at grammar school, four at high, and four at college.”
“Then you must be twenty-one!” calculated Queenie.
“Exactly!” replied Marjorie. “If I weren’t, I couldn’t be your captain.”
“Tell us more about what the scouts do, and how you earned your car, Miss Wilkinson,” urged Queenie.