“What tea-house?” asked Agnes, with interest.
Marjorie explained briefly the scouts’ project for the summer, and concluded by saying that they had a place in mind which a friend of hers was trying to secure for them.
“And I’m so afraid we’re not going to get it—” she was saying, when a sharp knock at the door interrupted her. Lily opened it to find one of the maids holding out a telegram.
“For Miss Marjorie Wilkinson,” she announced.
“Oh!” gasped Marjorie, dashing forward eagerly. “I hope it isn’t bad news.”
Trembling, she tore open the yellow envelope and read the message feverishly. Then a broad smile of content spread over her face.
“Listen, girls!” she cried, exultantly:
“Miss Marjorie Wilkinson:
“Cable rec’d. House yours. Rent free.
“John Hadley.”