Louise’s earnest pale gray eyes with their dark lashes were staring intently at her companion.
“I agree with the first part of your speech, Lance, but I really don’t understand what you mean about Tory,” she returned.
“Don’t you? Well, nothing important. Only Tory is one of the people who has talent and charm and things are going to be fairly easy for her compared to you and me. When the time comes for her to study art she will have her chance. Most people are fond of her. At present in our family old Don and father will do pretty much anything she asks. So I thought maybe you and I might be kind of special friends, Ouida. I may probably get into a scrape some day and not know the best way out and want your help.”
“You can always count on me, Lance, if for no other reason than because you are Dorothy’s favorite brother,” Louise answered simply.
Observing that Miss Mason’s car had arrived and several others, Lance and Louise moved toward the newcomers.
Three members of the Boy Scout Council and three other members of the girls had driven out with Mr. Fenton. It was rare in the history of the Scout movement that the girls and boys should take part in the same entertainment and the subject was being seriously considered.