“Yes, only that I always did like him. And I never blamed him in the least for running away from Irene Judson so persistently.”
“Well, he’s been awfully nice to me lately,” said Marjorie. “When we were fishing together yesterday morning, I told him about the radio, and he is going to order it for me when we get back to camp, and will help put it up when it comes.”
“That’s great!” exclaimed Daisy. “Do you know, Marj, I was hoping he would be the one you would ask. He seems so capable. But don’t you hope we get it soon?”
“I certainly do!” replied Marjorie. “But I guess we will, for everything seems to be going so well with the troop. Only—we haven’t found another troop good-turn!”
“No, but we soon will, somehow,” said her companion, cheerfully. “We always do. I’ll leave it to you. You’ll find a forest fire to stop, or a doctor’s life to save, or—”
“That will do!” commanded Marjorie, sternly. She was too modest to listen indefinitely to an account of her previous good deeds. “Come, let’s go sit in the doorway, and watch for Kirk.”
They sat for a short time, watching the fading light in the sky, and talking little. At last the young man returned, bringing his folding cup filled with water for them.
“There’s a spring not far away,” he said, as he handed Marjorie the cup. “Everything’s very convenient, and we’re lucky! After a good night’s sleep, we ought to get to the camp in fair time tomorrow.”
“Well, I hope we don’t see any bears tonight,” remarked Daisy. “Although Marj and I would be pretty safe. But you must be careful, Kirk!”
“Oh, I’m a light sleeper,” he replied, carelessly. “But I believe I would like a fire. Suppose I make one now, and we can sit around it till time to turn in? Then we wouldn’t have to go into that stuffy cabin.”