Marjorie laughed good-naturedly; she felt suddenly at peace with all the world. She had not dreamed of such an easy victory.
“All right, Queenie; as you wish. But I want to ask you something before you go. Would you like to have my room-mate, Miss Andrews, act as lieutenant of your troop?”
“You bet!” cried the girl. “If she’s a friend of yours, she’s the cat’s pajamas!”
Then, with another resounding kiss upon Marjorie’s cheek, she skipped out of the room, leaving the young captain dazed by the whole interview.
CHAPTER IX.
THE NEW PLAN.
Although Marjorie felt elated at the girls’ evident desire to go on with the troop, she was too clever to be deceived by Queenie’s enthusiasm, too far-seeing to expect miracles from her repentance. Queenie herself was sincere in her promise, there was no doubt about that; but the others would probably be only half-hearted. She realized that a tremendous amount of work lay before her.
She resolved, therefore, to make a fresh start. Mr. Richards had told her to let him hear from her; she meant to accept his offer. Calling him upon the telephone, she asked him whether he could spare an evening from his already busy program to talk the matter over and advise her. His answer was cordiality itself; he would be delighted to give her his only free evening that week—which happened to be Wednesday.
Marjorie hesitated a moment; Wednesday was John’s night, and she knew that he was not in sympathy with her work for this troop, and might resent her excuse. Nevertheless, the opportunity was too worth-while to turn down, so she thanked Mr. Richards for his kindness and planned to see him at eight o’clock.