“Yes, it was in the papers last night,” replied Marjorie. “I’m sure your mother must have noticed it.”
“Aren’t you talking about the engagement?” interrupted Lily, from the other side of the table. “I was so afraid you’d forget to tell John!”
“They’ve had weightier matters to discuss,” teased Dick. “I’ve no doubt they’ve been deciding the fate of the nation. Has your subject been prohibition, or the League of Nations?”
“Nothing like that,” laughed Marjorie. “Only Girl Scouts. And we haven’t finished, either!”
“Well, that can wait till later,” said Dick. “We want to hear all the gossip now.”
At any other time Marjorie would have been only too glad of the chance to discuss such an interesting topic as the engagement of one of her dearest friends, but now she was anxious to get down to the other matter. It was so essential that she have some more or less definite scheme to lay before the members of the senior patrol on the morrow, for it was unlikely that she would have another such opportunity to talk to them all together. She must not disappoint Daisy.
But she found herself unable to return to the subject until they were on their way to the theatre.
“Can’t you suggest anything?” she asked, abruptly, without even explaining her question to John.
The young man shook his head sadly.
“No, because the usual money-making schemes like entertainments, bazaars, dances, food sales, all need people to work them up. And not enough of you live in the same place.”