“Oh, dear, I will have to be late,” she said. “Just look at me! I will have to go back and put on a clean dress.” She turned reluctantly and ran back home, while the others went on to school and the automobile carried the old gentleman rapidly to the office of his doctor.
While the physician was attending to the hand, the old gentleman, whose name was Harriman, sat and sputtered:
“First time I ever saw any children with a grain of common sense!” he declared. “Little girl acted in a fairly intelligent manner. Suppose it wouldn’t happen again. Children never know anything, especially girls. Bah!”
“Oh, yes, they do, Mr. Harriman,” said Doctor Greene soothingly. “Oh, yes, they do! Now I have two little girls of my own, and I can tell you—”
“Don’t!” said Mr. Harriman. “I make it a point never to listen to fond parents. I am sure the two girls who fixed me up were unusual—very unusual.”
“Yes, they were,” said the doctor. “You will have an easier time with this hand of yours, thanks to their skill.”
“Queer!” said Mr. Harriman. “Seemed to know just what to do.”
“Must have been Girl Scouts,” said the doctor musingly.
“Girl Scouts? What foolishness is that?” said Mr. Harriman.
The doctor smiled. He thought of his own two daughters.