"Miss—Margaret Ellison, in the Temple Camp office, was kind enough to hint as much," admitted Roscoe humorously.
He did look pretty handsome in his new khaki. He had a figure as straight as an arrow and a way of holding his head and carrying himself with the true soldier air. Besides, his blond, wavy hair, always attractive, seemed to harmonize with his brown uniform, and his blue eyes had a kind of dancing recklessness in them.
"All the boys have promised to be there—the Methodist Troop, the East Bridgeboro Troop, and mine——"
"Which is the best of all," put in Roy.
Roscoe laughed merrily.
"We'll have the Y. M. C. A. boys and three full troops as well."
"Except for Tom," said Roy.
"We won't talk of Tom any more," said Mr. Ellsworth. "That's a tale that is told. It's a closed book."
"It isn't with me," said Roy bravely.
"I want you to tell the boys—there'll be some girls there, too, if they want to come——"