“I’m not engaged to anybody!” replied the girl herself, emphatically. “Jack doesn’t mean that. He means that there isn’t a chance of my teaching because I’m headed straight for social-service work. A scout official, if I can get a job!”
“No!” cried Ethel, incredulously. “You mean besides being a captain——?”
“I mean being a paid worker, so I can devote all of my time to the Girl Scouts!”
“As if you didn’t always!” muttered Jack.
“That reminds me,” remarked Marjorie, “I have a job for you, Jack.”
“No—gratis. But the girls are charming.”
“Out with it, Sis!” commanded the young man.
Marjorie launched upon her story eagerly, painting it in all its brilliant coloring. The young people all laughed hilariously at her descriptions.
“The flapper troop!” Jack christened it.