“Yes, we want to go on a picnic with the boys. They know of the loveliest little stream—”
But Mrs. Remington shook her head.
“I couldn’t let you, Daisy, unless the whole party stayed.”
Marjorie frowned as she heard this suggestion, but Daisy jumped at it eagerly as the solution of her problem.
“Then you all stay too!” she pleaded.
In the end Mrs. Remington consented, and much to the delight of their hostess, the scouts remained until Tuesday morning.
“Three days gone out of our surplus of fourteen!” sighed Marjorie, when the time of the visit was up, and they took to the road again.
“But such happy days!” added Daisy, her eyes shining with the memory.
IN THE NIGHT.
CHAPTER VIII