A look of annoyance passed over Marjorie’s face; she had no desire to see John at the present time.
“Maybe I’ll call him up——” she murmured, half to herself.
“Maybe you won’t! No, Marj, that isn’t fair. Poor John always has to play second fiddle to the Girl Scouts. And he isn’t going to do it today.”
Marjorie smiled at Lily’s sisterly interest in the young man.
“Then what shall I do?”
“Go for a walk now and invite Daisy to the tea room for lunch. That would give you a dandy chance to talk.”
“I’ll do it!” agreed Marjorie, rising to carry out her plan. But at the door she encountered one of the maids. There was a lady in the reception room to see her, the woman told her.
“She didn’t give her name,” the latter added.
“How tiresome!” exclaimed Marjorie, in annoyance. “I hope it isn’t somebody who has come to spend the day. If this scout business isn’t settled one way or the other before evening, I know I won’t be able to close my eyes tonight.”
“Just tell her that you have an important engagement for luncheon,” suggested her roommate.