“I have the fire all ready to start,” announced Julia, “but it is too early yet. Girls, do you realize I have been official fireman all summer?”
“But you wouldn’t allow us to interfere, wanted to be fireman, engineer and all that,” said Cleo.
“Yes, you claimed we would waste matches,” chimed in Corene.
“Do you notice we are all in uniform to-night?” said Louise. “Peg, yours is almost like ours.”
“Yes, I have worn a Scout uniform, since—Girls,” she said suddenly. “I never told you, but I am a Scout myself!”
“You are?” in chorus.
“Yes. I joined in Pittsburg. But when I found myself sort of buried in this mineral work it would be useless for me to talk or even think of Scouting. That was why I didn’t mention it.”
“And I wanted the child, so much, to go in for all your lovely times,” murmured Miss Ramsdell. “But there was no use. She would stick to her work.”
“And just think, after all, I never found the clue I searched for!” Peg’s face now looked more boyish than ever, for it took on that seriously determined look usually foreign to the feminine.
“What was it?” asked Louise.