“Then Daisy did,” said Marjorie. “Oh—O—Dais!”
“Yes?” came a sleepy voice.
“Did you take in our uniforms?”
“No—I’ve been asleep!”
“But they’re gone!” cried Ethel, in dismay.
The girls looked at each other in obvious consternation. This was a catastrophe which they had never dreamed of—and a serious one. For if they travelled in civilian dress they would be breaking one of the regulations that Miss Vaughn had so carefully stipulated.
“What could have happened to them?” demanded Alice, hysterically. “Who would want to steal them?”
“Nobody but a troop of Girl Scouts, and they wouldn’t,” reasoned Marjorie.
“Or a rag-man!” suggested Ethel.
“And they could hardly blow away,” continued Marjorie; “there isn’t any wind!”