“Still, we didn’t have any clothes-pins,” observed Florence, solemnly. “I knew you forgot something, Marj—”
“Come, girls, we’ll have to hurry and dress, and do something!” commanded Ethel. “Let’s each take a direction and inquire all over the grounds!”
The girls lost no time in carrying out this suggestion; but an hour later they returned without any information. Mrs. Remington realized how tired and discouraged they were, and urged that all discussion of plans be deferred until dinner.
They went to the same hotel at which they had lunched, and ordered an elaborate dinner. The spaciousness of the dining-room, the calm, leisurely attitude of the other diners, and the delicacy of the food and the service, rested and refreshed them; by the time that the salad course was brought in, they felt ready to consider their disaster and to plan a way out. Marjorie was the first to offer a solution.
“Of course we can’t buy new uniforms, since this is Friday night, and the stores are closed all day Saturday; but can’t we borrow some from another troop? There must be Girl Scouts in Salt Lake City.”
This idea, however, did not meet with instantaneous approval. Several of the girls looked doubtful, and Florence laughed harshly.
“Marj, have you forgotten that we’re grownups?” she demanded. “And that most Girl Scouts are ten or twelve years of age! Their suits would come to our knees!”
“We could let out the hems—and select the longest ones,” protested Marjorie. “It could be done.”
“Yes,” said Mrs Remington thoughtfully, “and I think it is the only thing that could be done to save us. We’ll have to find the nearest troop.”
“There ought to be some of them meeting tonight,” remarked Alice. “Friday is usually popular.”