“Can you do the semaphore alphabet?”
“Watch me!” cried the old lady, springing quickly to her feet, and displaying for a second two very mannish shoes.
“A—B—C—” she began, waving her arms in illustration.
Marjorie held up her hand.
“I believe you—that will do,” she said, suppressing a smile. Then, with a sly wink at Lily,
“Won’t you shake hands with all the girls, Miss Proctor?” she suggested.
Doris advanced a trembling hand, but Alice put hers behind her stubbornly. She had no intention of accepting this freak, except under pressure.
“Oh, take off your glove, and give the scout handshake,” commanded Marjorie.
As the woman complied with her request, both Marjorie and Lily noticed the large, boyish hand she put forth. But the other scouts were all too nervous or too angry to observe this.
“I’m not going to shake hands!” said Alice, firmly. “I’ll get out of the scouts first!”