d then
inviting them to a big rally that afternoon.

"That reminds me," remarked one of the officers, who was evidently a
representative from National Headquarters in New York City, "I have a
list of Girl Scouts here, from all parts of the country, who want to
correspond with other Girl Scouts. Would you girls, any of you, like to
take some names?"

Marjorie was the first to accept the suggestion. "Oh, I would!" she
cried. "That would be lots of fun!"

The officer handed the list to her, and the girls all crowded about to
read the names, hoping that perhaps they might come across one that they
knew. But, recognizing none, they selected at random, while Marjorie
placed checks here and there in the list.

While she was still thus occupied, her eye fell suddenly upon a name
which seemed familiar. It aroused a vague sort of expectation within
her, as of some old association. Where had she heard it before: "Jennie
Perkins," Trenton, N. J.?

She wrinkled her brows for a moment, lost in thought. But her
uncertainty lasted only a second; in a flash, the significance of it
dawned upon her. That was the assumed name under which Frieda Hammer
must have worked at that Fifth Avenue tea-room! Could this
girl--evidently a Scout, and living in Trenton--possibly be Frieda?
Marjorie's heart leaped for joy, but she resolutely put down her hopes.
The whole thing was most improbable. The girl might easily return to
Trenton in quest of work, but Marjorie knew that her former dislike of
their troop, particularly of Ruth Henry, would prejudice her against
ever becoming a Girl Scout. And Frieda Hammer had never showed any signs
of sociability; she was the last girl in the world to desire to make new
friends by writing to unknown correspondents.

Still, Marjorie decided, she might as well select this name as any, for
all were unknown to her. She had nothing whatever to lose, and there was
one chance in a thousand that "Jennie Perkins" might be Frieda. Hastily
making a check beside the name, she returned the list to the officer.

Although Miss Phillips had intended to take the girls home after
luncheon, she changed her mind at their entreaties, and allowed them to
remain for the rally.

It was a magnificent sight to behold hundreds of Girl Scouts, all
dressed in uniform, gather together in the great hall, and to hear them
join, as in one voice, in the pledge to the flag and the oath of the
organization. More than one of the members of P