“No—yes—well, of course I should like to see him, but not to the extent of keeping you girls out of doors later than we should stay.
“Suppose we pack up our possessions and move in regular marching order. We shall arrive the sooner.”
A half mile away a tall masculine figure joined the little procession. Side by side with the Troop Captain he led the way back to Westhaven.
CHAPTER XXI
A JUNE DAY
TO invite every individual in the village to the marriage of the Girl Scout Troop Captain and Mr. Winslow was not possible, and yet there were moments when Mrs. Mason insisted that this appeared to be her daughter’s idea.
On a June morning at an old stone church in Westhaven, set in a wide churchyard filled with ancient elm trees, the wedding was to take place.
Upon the day, shortly before the hour set for the ceremony, the Girl Scout Troop of the Eagle’s Wing, save the original Patrol, who were to act as bridesmaids, entered the church. They were seated in the pews toward the front, just behind the family, that had been set aside especially for them. In less than two years the number of Girl Scouts in Westhaven had increased to half a dozen patrols.
Not long after, the Boy Scouts of the village followed.
Dressed in their uniforms, later, when the other wedding guests had assembled, the Scouts formed a conspicuous note of golden brown color amid the lighter muslins and silks of the women and girls and the darker clothes of the men.