“Neither, papa, thanks. I’ve had a wonderful time this week, and, in fact all this year; but I’d be perfectly willing not to go to another party all summer. I’ve been gay enough to last a life-time.”
“Well, it certainly hasn’t seemed to hurt you,” observed Mrs. Hadley, looking approvingly at the girl’s pink cheeks.
“No; but too much of it would,” said her father. “Well, perhaps you will like my plans for your summer, then!”
Marjorie seized her father’s arm, and looked pleadingly into his eyes.
“Please tell me, papa! Please!”
“No, I can’t! It wouldn’t be fair to the rest!”
“The rest of whom?” she demanded.
“The rest of the Girl Scouts!”
Marjorie uttered a little gasp of pleasure; it was just what she wanted most of all. How she had dreaded the thought of the separation from her best friends, and the dissolution of that wonderful senior patrol of theirs which had gone together to Canada to represent the Girl Scouts of the whole United States!
“If you’re sure there are scouts in it,” she said, “I won’t ask any more. I’m perfectly satisfied!”