Marjorie could hardly wait until she reached home, so excited was she about writing to the unknown Girl Scout. It would be a difficult matter, too, for she wanted to write a general letter, and yet one which, if Jennie Perkins should by any chance turn out to be Frieda Hammer, would be appropriate.
The family were all so glad to see her and so anxious to hear about the trip, that she at once gave up the idea of writing that night. Of course, her mother would expect her to go to church the following day; but after Sunday School she would undoubtedly be free.
But again her hopes were frustrated. Ruth sought her immediately after class and walked home with her.
"Let's go for a walk, Marj," she said. "Harold's coming over for me at your house, and I thought maybe Jack would go, too."
Marjorie frowned slightly; she did not particularly enjoy Harold Mason's society, and she did so long to write that letter. But she did not care to disclose any of her plans to Ruth; she had no desire to encounter her ridicule.
"All right; if we don't stay out late. I asked mother to have an early supper, for I want to write letters to-night!"
"John Hadley?" teased Ruth. "By the way, Harold knows him. He goes to Princeton, too, now."
"He does! You never told me——"
"I never thought you were particularly interested in Harold Mason, Marj!"
"Only as your friend, Ruth," laughed Marjorie.