“Look at life from their point of view, first of all. Evidently amusement is their aim—but their pleasures are not yours.”
“What, for instance, do you think their pleasures might be—except dancing and getting motor rides?”
Mr. Richards was silent for a moment, trying to adapt his own experiences with boys of that type to girls.
“I always start boys with some sort of athletics, then work them into the gang spirit of scouting, and last of all interest them in something serious.”
“Just what I suggested!” cried Lily. “How about basket-ball?”
“Fine! If you could get a floor, and a coach.”
“Yes, the settlement has a floor, and—and—” a sudden inspiration struck her—“my brother Jack would coach us!”
“That’s the idea,” agreed Mr. Richards. “They’d do more for a man than for a woman.”
Marjorie was started now; her brain was working with its old-time rapidity. Somehow when Jack entered into the scheme and Lily, everything became clearer. Vaguely she wished that she might win John over to this new cause.
“And then—and then,” she cried, “start a Girl Scout League, and admit only scouts in good standing—and—and make our troop win the championship!” Her eyes fairly shone with fire. “Then on to something serious!”