“Oh, they’re fine!” laughed Daisy. “I noticed that right away. Jack has small feet for a boy, you know—”
“I never noticed,” interrupted his sister.
“Now imagine never having noticed whether your own brother had large feet or small ones! You’re a funny girl, Marj! Well, he managed to squeeze into Ethel’s brown sport-shoes. He looked ridiculous when he wanted a match to light his cigarette; he hitched up his skirt to get at his trousers-pockets—he has his trousers rolled up above his knee.”
Marjorie chuckled as she gave the finishing pats to her hair.
“Now I’m ready,” she announced. “What time is it?”
“Ten-fifteen,” replied Daisy, consulting her wristwatch. Then, throwing her arms impulsively about Marjorie, “Oh, I wish you weren’t going, Marj! Promise me nothing will happen to you!”
“There! there! Don’t worry, Daisy!” she said patting the girl’s shoulder. “You know nothing will happen to me with John and Jack along.”
“No, I hope not. I have great confidence in those two boys.”
“Now let’s go downstairs; the boys will be getting impatient.”
Marjorie paused on the stairway and looked around for Jack. Several other girls had on scout uniforms, so she did not identify him immediately. Then she saw a strange girl whom she recognized, upon closer inspection, to be Jack; and she burst out laughing.