No thought of her appearance concerned her; she must get the girls to come back and find out what was in the attic!
Only once she stopped, just to make sure the cap was not going to fall off her yellow head.
Voices and laughter came to meet her. That was Thistle and Wyn——
Gulping back a choking, nervous gasp, she rushed on. The next minute she dashed into Chickadee Camp and stood before an amazed group of Scouts.
“The prince!” went up a shout.
“My prince!” corrected Alma.
“Why, it’s Nora——”
“Girls!” gasped the intruder. “Listen, please, I am no prince——”
“You are indeed. Just look at the dandy outfit. Alma, we most humbly apologize——”
“Wyn,” shouted Thistle, “please listen! Can’t you see there is something the matter?”