“And it isn’t going to give us much time to pack either,” added Julie, dancing a fandango around the room.
“We must send the girls at home a postcard every day,” said Betty. “Then they can use them to make their mothers relent.”
“As long as we are not expected to write. I’ll second that suggestion,” added Joan.
“Well, scouts, I have a motion to put, also,” remarked Mrs. Vernon, “and that is, suppose we adjourn this official meeting and convene at an informal one in the dining-room?”
To this motion every one present cried “aye, aye!” for they knew from past experiences that such informal meetings in the dining-room meant but one thing: ice-cream and great slices of home-made layer-cake. Um-m-m-m!
CHAPTER TWO
JULIE’S SECRET AMBITION
Pleadings and prayers availed naught for those girls who were yearning to go southwest, yet dared not oppose parental judgment. Hence the Captain and four scouts only took the early Sunday train to Philadelphia, and there boarded the Limited to Chicago.
True to his word, Mr. Gilroy stood waiting at the terminal for the Dandelion party. “‘Oh, say, can you see,’” he began to sing as a welcome to the scouts when they ran down the station platform to greet their friend.
After doing his best to answer the questions of five females who all spoke at the same time, Mr. Gilroy held up both hands in despair. “I’ll do anything you say, girls, but spare the remnant of my ear-drums.”