“And did you finally get there?” inquired Daisy.
“Need you ask?” flashed Lily. “Aren’t we Girl Scouts?”
“Well, these young men don’t look to me like the sort who get lost,” said Alice. “What do you think, Mrs. Remington?”
“I think it’s because I am chaperoning an exceedingly attractive party of girls!” replied their leader.
“You flatterer!” laughed Marjorie. “Well, all we can do is wait and see. Probably they’ll never turn up again.”
“But if Mrs. Remington is right, and they like our looks,” reasoned Lily, “they are probably watching for some chance to make our acquaintance, and we’ll see them again.”
“On the contrary, have you noticed that they haven’t made any attempt to talk to us!” Alice reminded them. “Even in the tea-room,... However, if they ever do, let’s make a violent effort to get hold of their visiting cards, to see whether they are my cousins.”
“I’ll agree to that,” said Marjorie, “if you’ll all agree to turn in early. I’m dead, myself!”
The scouts needed no persuading, and as soon as the twilight had faded they made their preparations for the night. Nor did the problem of the young men in their possible pursuit disturb their dreams; they all slept soundly until the sun came up. Marjorie was the first to awake.
“Me for a swim!” she cried, after she had succeeded in arousing the other girls. “Lil, where did you put my suit?”