and respectfully requesting shop-keepers to display their
home-made posters. A slight snowfall had added spice to the adventure,
and helped to make the experience one to be remembered.

During the lull that followed, the Scouts seized the opportunity to
leave their posts and rush over to the sandwich booth to purchase a
hasty luncheon. Through their patronage, the number of sales there was
increased, and the cash box returned an agreeably "full" sound when
shaken. Ruth Henry, who was serving as an aide at this table, looked
well satisfied.

Business at all the other booths, however, continued to be dull until
shortly after two o'clock, when the gymnasium door burst open, and what
appeared to be an endless succession of noisy, laughing girls crowded
in. It proved to be Miss Martin's entire seminary, turned out in a body
to support their sister school in its good work.

"Hurrah for the Girl Scouts!" they shouted, and proceeded to spend a
great deal of money in the purchase of both refreshments and Christmas
presents.

Unfortunately for Marjorie and Lily, however, very few of the girls were
interested in their booth, and therefore did not come over to buy. Three
or four girls, who boasted of baby-brothers or sisters, purchased caps
and fancy rattles; but the total value of their sales had hardly reached
ten dollars, when the visitors left the bazaar. Both Marjorie and Lily
were glad to see the other Scouts more successful than they had been
during the morning, but they despaired of making their own booth worth
while.

Toward half-past three, Ruth, who had been busy steadily until that time
at the sandwich table, sauntered over to visit the girls at the baby
booth.

"We're almost sold out," she remarked, carelessly. "How are you getting
along, Marj?"

"Not so good!" sighed Marjorie. "But I surely congratulate you!"

"We have over twenty-five dollars," continued the other. "But you ought
to have more because we have to sell sandwiches so cheap."

"I have only ten," admitted Marjorie, sadly.

"Only ten!" repeated Ruth. "Well, if that's all you're going to make, I
don't see why you should have so much say about what we do with the
money!" This last remark was added spitefully, it seemed to Marjorie.

The latter made no reply, however, and Ruth turned away.

"She certainly can be nasty, when she wants to be!" remarked Lily. "But
don't you care, Marj! Anybody could sell sandwiches--especially when our
own girls b