“And if you will accept it,” she said, turning to Mrs. Remington, “I have one here for you!”
“Thank you!” replied the captain, graciously. “I shall be delighted.”
The ceremony was apparently over; yet Miss Vaughn still held one check in her hand. The girls waited, expectantly; something else was undoubtedly to come.
“I can’t make a speech, girls,” she said, “to tell you of my immense admiration for you, your captain, and your lieutenant—and your loyal friends; so I want to express it in another way. I have here, in the name of Pansy Troop, a check for the Girl Scout organization. Will Mrs. Remington please take charge of it?”
Trembling, the captain crossed the room and held out her hand. No one voiced the question; yet it seemed as if the air were filled with inquiry regarding the amount, so dear to the heart of every scout was the organization itself. For one second she hesitated; but a glance at Miss Vaughn assured her of her approval.
“TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS TO THE CAMP FUND,” she read; “as a tribute to the bravery and integrity of Pansy Troop!”
The End.