“Well, I always hoped the thing would solve itself, and that there would be no need of explanations. But now I’m getting pretty hopeless too.”
“Whom do you bet we find first?” asked Alice, in spite of Florence’s rebuke, “Daisy’s sister, or the lieutenant?”
“Daisy’s sister, I hope,” replied Doris, with a yawn. “Come girls, let’s go away and let these people go to bed!”
CHAPTER V.
THE TWO LIEUTENANTS.
Nine hundred miles of their journey were over. The Girl Scouts had reached Chicago.
It was a little after two o’clock in the afternoon, and the train was to lay over until five. With more eagerness than any of the other passengers displayed, the girls hurried out to make the most of their time.
“Let’s go to a movie, and then have afternoon tea at a big hotel,” suggested Lily, as soon as they were in the station. “I’d love to treat.”
“No, thanks, Lil—that would really be too much,” objected Alice. “Suppose we take one of those sight-seeing busses, and ‘do the town.’ I’ve never been in Chicago before. Besides, we’d see so many people, maybe we would run some chance of finding Olive.”
“Yes, and run more risk of running into that awful lieutenant,” said Lily, mischievously. She winked slyly at Marjorie, although of late the latter had grown somewhat tired of the joke. As a new officer, she longed to wear her lieutenant’s shield upon her coat, instead of keeping it hidden in the depths of her trunk.