“You’ll see! I have a little scheme up my sleeve—to set a trap,” Marjorie explained; “and try to catch our enemies at their game!”
Daisy’s eyes grew big at the thought of the adventure Marjorie must be planning. Could she have a plot, too, then—to catch the boys and prove their trickery, and the girls’ honesty? Eagerly she demanded more information.
“Tell me more about it, Marj!” she pleaded. But Marjorie shook her head.
“I can’t, Daisy—it’s all too uncertain. But if you and Florence will only trust me enough to accept the terms of the proposition, I think I may succeed. Would you be willing to place yourself in my hands?”
Daisy looked into Marjorie’s animated face, and the old feeling of admiration, of respect, took possession of her, and she knew that she was only too glad to follow such a competent leader. She laid her cheek up against Marjorie’s, and in endearing words, murmured her loyalty.
Early the next morning before Marjorie went to Miss Vaughn to learn of her decision, she made it a point to lay the proposition before Florence. Like Daisy, she protested at first, but was won over in the end. No one in the patrol ever resisted Marjorie long, not only because her personality was so compelling, but because her foresight always found a way out of every difficulty. The latter, however, decided to say nothing of her scheme to the other girls until after her talk with Miss Vaughn.
She found her hostess before breakfast in her favorite spot on the veranda, near to the honeysuckle vine.
“Come sit beside me, Marjorie,” the old lady said. “I want a little talk with you.”
“Yes?” answered Marjorie, trying to hide her impatience.
“I am only too glad to grant your request,” continued Miss Vaughn. “It seems to me a very good solution of the way out of both your problem and mine. And this time everything will probably turn out all right.”