“That old scout troop can go for once——” pursued Lily. “Why, what’s the matter, Marj?”
“Nothing much—except that my hike didn’t come off as I had hoped.”
“Well, don’t think about it!” advised Jeannette. “We’ll give you something more pleasant to consider. Bee Tullige’s father has arranged to get us the Country Club—think of that, Marj! Such an expensive place, too! And everybody’s going to get a new dress and invite her very best beau!”
“You’ll go, won’t you, Marj?” persisted Lily.
“Oh, I guess,” replied Marjorie, half-heartedly. Nothing seemed worth while now.
“Write to Miss Winthrop now and tell her you won’t be at the settlement on Saturday,” suggested Jeannette.
“All right—only I’m too tired tonight. I’ll promise to do it tomorrow.”
“Daisy will probably take the troop for you,” added the other. “So, since you’ve promised, I think I better go, because you ought to go to bed. Good-night!”
But as soon as she was gone, Lily forgot the dance in her anxiety to hear all about the hike. Marjorie was undoubtedly very unhappy; it was her chum’s privilege to share her burden.
“Tell me, Marj,” she begged sympathetically.