d be still more convinced," remarked Miss
Allen, coming up behind her, and overhearing the remark.

"When can you come over and demonstrate?" pursued the visitor, turning
again to the gym teacher.

"Better wait till after Christmas, hadn't we?" suggested Miss Phillips.
"Does that suit you?"

"Perfectly," replied the other.

Marjorie and Lily lingered only long enough to avoid being rude to
their guests, and then hurried off to their room to prepare for the
party.

"Isn't it fun to be able to wear something besides the Scout uniform?"
remarked Lily, as she removed the muslin with which her pink
canton-crepe was covered. "I don't believe the Boy Scouts have ever seen
me in anything else! And I'm going to curl my hair."

Marjorie smiled; Lily certainly did look better in pretty dresses, for
she was not the type of girl who could wear a uniform to advantage.

They dressed leisurely, and by half-past five were ready to go over to
the gymnasium, where they were to meet the other girls. They arrived
early, but Ruth and Mae and several others were already there.

"It doesn't seem like an athletic event," remarked Ruth, glancing at the
dainty dresses of the girls. "It seems more like a musical comedy."

"And that reminds me," said Miss Phillips, who had just come in,
charming in a gray georgette with a lavender girdle, and wearing a
bouquet of violets, "that reminds me that I would like the Scouts to
give a sort of musical comedy in the spring."

"Great!" cried Ruth. She had a passably good voice, and she knew
it--also, she knew that Marjorie could scarcely carry a tune.

By this time everyone had arrived, and they all started for the tea-room
in the village which the boys had obtained for the occasion. Marjorie
was curious to know who gave Miss Phillips her violets, but not daring
to tease her, she tried to content herself by whispering about it to
Lily.

If the girls, in their pretty party dresses, made a sensation with the
boys, the latter, in their turn, appeared very different in their neat,
dark suits to the girls, who were so accustomed to seeing them in their
official uniforms. There were only thirteen boys present, who had been
chosen according to their standing, and Mr. Remington, the Scoutmaster.

The girls descended the stairs, after leaving their wraps in the
dressing room, and each boy sought his own particular partner to escort
her to the dining-room. Two long tables, each seating fourteen persons,