“Come, now, dear,” she urged. “We have talked it all out and the only thing that worries you is that the girls do not believe you, isn’t it?
“Yes, that’s the worst of it.”
“Then, let’s sleep over it and see what the morrow will bring in the way—of light.” Becky scarcely knew just what to propose so she threw the responsibility on the “morrow.”
Alma was over her “spell” presently. But the prince had, by no means, lost his real personal identity to the sensitive little Scout.
[CHAPTER XII—A DIVERSION NOBLY EARNED]
Ted’s pleasure, shown when Nora’s transformation was revealed to her in a dripping little “pond lily” on the edge of Mirror Lake, was not to be compared with Jerry’s joys when he first beheld his Bobbs in the Girl Scout uniform. They were waiting for Nora when she returned at lunch time.
“Pretty kipper, nifty, all right and no kiddin’.” These were some of the exclamations he gave vent to.
“But I thought you didn’t like little girls in anything but skirts,” Ted reminded him.
“I didn’t but I do,” he replied Jerry-like. “Now what do you say Bobbie, to a try at horse back ridin’?” He always dropped his g’s when perfectly happy.
“I’d like to try it,” admitted Nora proudly. She might not have realized it but the trim little service costume had already emancipated her. She was no longer the creature of catalogued toilet accessories, “send no money” and “we guarantee money’s worth or money back,” etc. The new Nora was like a butterfly leaving its cocoon—although the drying process had been facilitated by the loan of a new blouse and bloomers from the Chickadees’ wardrobe.