Her companion stared out of the window, but it was too dark for her to see anything except her own reflection.
“Lil,” she said, after a moment, “my chief worry is shoes. I hate to ask all those girls to buy sneakers, when they don’t even know whether they’re going to like basket-ball or not.”
Lily burst out laughing.
“You’re hopeless, Marj, positively hopeless! Here I am talking about our party, while your single-track mind leads you straight back to the Girl Scouts! Some day they’ll have to build a Girl Scout insane asylum for people like you!”
Marjorie smiled, and promised to reform. With a great effort she managed to keep away from the subject during the remainder of the ride.
Yet the less she talked about her problem, the more she thought about it. She was still engrossed in it on Wednesday night when John Hadley made his usual visit.
“I guess I’d better take Lil’s advice, and not mention scouts to John,” she thought, regretfully, as she went down stairs. “I mustn’t lose all my friends by boring them to death!”
There was almost an added warmth to her greeting, which the young man was quick to notice.
“You really are glad to see me?” he inquired, searchingly.
“Of course I am!”