“A Scout is honorable!
“Miles.”
“Well—if he isn’t splendid!”
“He must be a fine fellow!”
“We want to meet him.”
“So you will when the Camp Fire Girls of the Twin-Light Tribe give that party at the hotel on the mainland!”
Captain Andy withdrew, smiling to himself at the new feminine flutter, the abrupt change of tune.
“But if that isn’t just like a boy”—this from Betty—“a boy’s one idea of owning anything is to carve initials upon it! I believe he’d scratch them on the pearly gates of heaven if he could only find his way there and set up a claim for himself or somebody else!”
“Never mind! Isn’t it a beautiful old sunburst coin?” Jessica winked away a bright drop of moisture as she passed the sun-dollar round for inspection. “It really was quite too awfully good of him to give it up, wasn’t it?” with a little catch of delight in her throat.
“I believe that, in his place, I’d have been tempted to think that possession is nine points of the law,” laughed Olive. “But for a Camp Fire Girl belonging to a society whose general symbol is the sun, that silver sunburst coin is the loveliest souvenir of her camping-out time—so appropriate!”