“It suits me,” approved Marjorie, smiling at the high-handed way in which Queenie managed her followers. “Then I will give you these hand-books tonight, and ask you to read them before next week. And two things more: we need to choose a flower name and a patrol leader.”
Briefly she explained the functions of the non-commissioned officer; hardly had she finished before the girls demanded Queenie.
“No use electin’—it’s unanimous!” declared Aggie.
“And the flower?” continued Marjorie.
The girls looked at Queenie.
“Sunflower!” she announced in a matter-of-fact tone, as if she had previously settled the matter. “It’s so bright and noisy-like—just like us!”
“Yea—Sunflower!” repeated the others, all at once.
“Sunflower it is,” concluded Marjorie, rising. “Have it blooming next Saturday night—and I’ll see you then.”
Almost before they knew it, she was gone—delighted to find patient John Hadley at the wheel in her little roadster.