“Aw, no! Let’s cut out the guide, then, and go through alone!” said Art.
“No,” Mr. Rogers said, “I don’t remember the way. I was never through but once, years ago; besides, we’d miss half the sights.”
“Say,” whispered Peanut, “will those girls put on overalls?”
“I guess they’ll have to,” said Mr. Rogers.
“Me for that!” cried Peanut, with a whoop. “Go on, Art, by yourself, if you want. I’m going to be a gay little Sir Launcelot to a dame in overalls!”
All the boys laughed, except Art, who was still scowling.
“Cheer up, Art,” whispered Rob. “It sounds like fun to me. Look at that nice girl in the door; she’s looking at you.”
Art turned instinctively, and his eyes met those of a very pretty girl in pink, who was in the doorway. He blushed. So did the girl. Peanut winked at Rob, who winked back.
“He’ll come,” they each whispered to the other.
Mr. Rogers was talking to the guide, and to the lone man who had accompanied this party. The man took him over to the women (there were two women and five girls), and the boys saw their Scout Master bow, and talk with them. A moment later he came across the room.