“The usual camping trip, I believe,” replied Daisy. “But Flos and I have decided not to go.”
“Why?” asked Marjorie, her eyes, wide open with astonishment at the thought of losing such an opportunity.
“We’d miss the dear old senior patrol too much,” replied Daisy, sadly. “Girl Scouts will never be the same to me without you and Lily and Doris—”
“And Ethel Todd and Mae Van Horn,” added Florence. “The bunch that was together last summer on the ranch.”
“Well, I guess we’ll see most everybody tomorrow at Lily’s luncheon,” remarked Marjorie. “I understand it’s to be a sort of reunion.”
“And an engagement shower, too,” put in Daisy. “But we don’t know whom it’s for. Not you, Marj?”
“Mercy, no! Far from it! I haven’t the slightest idea—unless it’s Mae or Doris. I haven’t heard from them much during the year.”
“It isn’t Lily herself?”
“Oh, no! Positively not! How about you two?”
Both Daisy and Florence laughed at the suggestion, and the former seized the opportunity to tell Marjorie about the baby. She related the story just as it had happened, omitting, however, any mention of Florence’s opposition.