“Oh, not at all! She left it entirely to us to choose a name, but she thought we ought to select one that would fit,” hastily explained Joan.
“I’ve got one—guess what?” exclaimed Betty, sitting back, and hugging her knees as she smiled questioningly at her friends.
The other girls puckered their brows and guessed all sorts of names, some so ridiculous that a merry chorus of laughter pealed across the glen; but finally, Betty held up a hand in warning and shouted:
“Halt! Halt! if you keep on this way, we’ll never finish the weeds.”
“Give up, then!” responded her companions.
“Dandelion Troopy!” exulted Betty.
“Troopy—why that ‘y’ at the end?” queried Joan.
“’Cause we can’t be a regular ‘Troop,’ you know, while we have only four members—Verny said the Scout Manual says so. As most infant ideas end with a ‘y,’ I suggest that we end that way.”
“Oh, Betty! I’m sure you don’t want us to end there when we’ve but just begun,” laughed Julie.
Betty was about to explain her meaning when Ruth interrupted. “Good gracious! Haven’t we had enough of dandelions in this horrid job without reminding us forever of the work by calling ourselves by that name?”