“Girls!” she flung out. “Guess what?”
“What?” they all demanded at once.
Alice waved an open letter before their eyes.
“The most magnificent thing has happened—”
“To you?” interrupted Florence, who always wanted to be explicit.
“To us—all of us—of the senior patrol. A plan for this summer!”
“The scouts aren’t to get together again, are they?” cried Marjorie, jumping up and going over towards Alice, as if she wanted at a single glance to learn the contents of that mysterious letter.
“Have you found a baby, or only a boot-legger?” asked Lily, laughingly. “Because it’s too late to get our tea-house back again, after the money’s all spent!”
“Neither of those things,” replied Alice. “Only a rich relation.”
“Why the ‘only’?” inquired Florence. “I think that’s almost enough. But tell us about it. How does it concern us?”