Dorothy tried to enter whole-heartedly into his joy.
“It is wonderful, of course. And the Girl Scouts ordered their outfit from you?”
John examined the order, and nodded his head, smilingly.
“Then it must be all right with—with—you know, I don’t know her name!” she added.
“I guess you are right,” agreed John. “And now I must go wake mother, and tell her, for I start early in the morning.”
“And when do you get back?”
“I don’t know. My vacation comes the last two weeks in August, so—well—I might spend it on the ranch!”
“With the Girl Scouts!” added Dorothy. “I envy you, John!”
“Yes, it would be nice,” he said. “And I could give them mother’s invitation in person.”
“And I do so hope they accept,” said the girl, fervently. “Somehow, I feel as if my whole fate rested upon their decision.”