“But how to find them?”
“We won’t give up till we do! We’ll ask everybody we see!”
In spite of the opposition at first, the plan was adopted, and as soon as the meal was concluded, the girls hastened to try it out. It proved to be much less difficult than they had anticipated; the very first person of whom they inquired—the clerk at the hotel desk—told them that his daughter was a Girl Scout, and that her troop met on Friday evenings. Marjorie and Ethel both wrote down the directions he gave them for finding its meeting place.
Without even waiting to return to their camp, the girls set out immediately on their quest, which led them to a remote part of the city, off the main roads. Carefully following their explicit directions, they pulled up at last in front of a little church, and saw by the light in the basement that a meeting was in session.
In less than a minute the girls were out of both cars, running down the steps to the entrance. The door was open and the scouts, who happened to be seated in patrols, and busy with some kind of hand-craft, looked up excitedly as the girls filed in. The captain came forward smiling.
In a few words, but with infinite tact, Mrs. Remington told the story and put forth her plea for their help. She offered, of course, a good price for the uniforms—sufficient to compensate the scouts for the bother of purchasing new ones. To the travelers’ intense relief, the scouts accepted the proposition immediately.
“Of course we are glad to help our sister scouts,” replied the captain. “But do you think the uniforms will be long enough?”
“Have you a senior patrol?” inquired Mrs. Remington.
“Yes—girls over fourteen!”
“Well, let us try them. Could the girls run home and get some other clothing?”