"I want to get out! Oh, please stop!" begged the frantic girl.
Harold obediently pulled up to the curb, although he, too, shared Ruth's opinion. It seemed silly—but it was beyond him to understand a girl.
"Aren't you going to get out, Ruth? Remember our fourth law!"
"Marj, that's silly. Just because we're 'sisters to every other Girl Scout' is no reason why we should get out and make friends with a pack of mill girls!"
"Well, then wait for me!"
And in a flash she was out of the machine and up the steps. Venturing the Girl Scout salute, she asked the girls politely,
"Can anyone tell me whether Jennie Perkins belongs to this troop?" Her voice trembled so that she could hardly speak.
"Yes—she's in the office, waiting for her pay envelope," replied one of the girls. "Turn to the left once you're inside."
Marjorie needed no second invitation; in a second she had pushed open the half-closed door. She stood face to face with Frieda Hammer!