"It makes us build up--oh, something about character!" In her excitement Pat could not remember Sheila's grand words. "Renée says that in Paris they are like girl soldiers. And Sheila says we'll love the girls in the troop; there's Keineth Randolph and Peggy Lee and True Scott and a lot of others----"
"I know Mrs. Lee, and if Peggy is like her mother she is a fine girl," added Aunt Pen.
"Keineth is John Randolph's girl," put in Pat's father.
"Then we may?" Pat asked anxiously.
"You may," laughingly answered Mr. Everett and Aunt Pen in one voice, covering their ears that they might not be deafened by Pat's boisterous "hurrah!"
Upstairs Pat chattered on, although Renée's eyes were almost shut with sleep. They opened their beds and each laid out her nightgown and slippers.
"You know I'm glad Maggie's downstairs now--we ought to take care of things ourselves; we'll have to, if we make good scouts! Oh, good gracious!" Pat whirled a stocking in midair. "We'll have to try exams and I'm always scared to death. But you'll help me, won't you, Renée?"
And little Renée, her heart overflowing with gratitude, glad to do the smallest service within her power, answered heartily, though sleepily, "'Deed I will!"
CHAPTER VI
EAGLES AND GOLDEN EAGLETS