“Worse than that!” replied Marjorie. “Wyoming! And the funny part of it was that he was on the ranch with us all summer.”
“Oh, tell me all about him—everything!” cried the girl, and Marjorie spent most of the morning relating even the minutest details about Kirk Smith.
Daisy, with her mother and father, arrived that night, almost wild in their joy, after those dreadful months of uncertainty and fear. Their happiness in the reunion was wonderful to see; Marjorie and Mrs. Hadley both wiped tears from their eyes as they beheld it.
“And so you will be here for our house party after all!” said Marjorie, squeezing Daisy’s hand.
“Yes,” replied the girl, smiling. “And it is going to be the very nicest one I ever attended.”
“What I am waiting for, is to see the other girls’ surprise,” continued Marjorie. “Shall we ask your mother and father to withdraw and have some fun teasing them?”
“I’d love it!” agreed Daisy, who was in for anything now.
The other six scouts, accompanied by John Hadley, arrived about noon on Saturday. Marjorie and Daisy met them at the train.
“Daisy!” they all exclaimed at once. “You here!”
“Yes,” replied the girl, making a vain effort to disguise her happiness.