CHAPTER IX
THE ODYSSEY
Tory took the book into her own hands. Sitting down on the ground, she opened the leaves carefully.
Nothing to suggest an olive branch met her gaze, not a pressed leaf or a flower which might have served as a symbol.
Seated beside her, Lance’s thin face, with its tanned skin and humorous brown eyes, peered eagerly over her shoulder.
Tory shook her head.
“Explain yourself again, Lance. What has this book, the story of the wanderings of the Greek hero, Odysseus, after the Trojan war, to do with ending the feud between your troop of Boy Scouts and our own of girls?” Tory patiently inquired. “I know you have some idea in mind, but it takes a cleverer person than I to fathom it.”
Gently Lance removed his book from the girl’s clasp.