ding in keeping both
boys entertained by giving it a decidedly personal flavor. As Marjorie
was almost entirely left out, she became bored, and grew impatient to
get back. At last, when they were home, she told her mother she was
going to lock herself in her room that evening to avoid disturbance.

It was only after a great many attempts that she produced a letter which
met with her own satisfaction. She wanted it to be long enough, yet not
too long; appropriate for any Girl Scout, and also, if Jennie Perkins
should turn out to be Frieda, applicable and friendly towards the
runaway.

"I'm just going to send this," she thought; "there's no use writing it
over."

She held it up, however, and read it through for the third time.

"DEAR JENNIE,

"I hope you will excuse my using your first name right at the
beginning, but since we are both Girl Scouts--really sisters, you
know--I think it would be nice to get well acquainted right away!

"What kind of a troop do you belong to? What is your flower name?
And how many girls are there in it? It just seems as if I want to
ask a million questions at once, but I will try to wait patiently
till you answer.

"Our Captain, Miss Phillips,--she is simply wonderful--took eight
of us first-class Scouts to Washington for three days. We had a
perfect time, lived in a big hotel, and saw all the sights and
Saturday morning we went to the Scout office and it was there that
I got your name so we could correspond.

"And that reminds me, did you ever live in New York? I knew a
girl--or rather I knew of her--and her name was the same as yours,
who lived there once.

"We went camping last year and had the loveliest time! If I ever
meet you, I will tell you all about it but it would take too long
in a letter. Next year our Captain says maybe we will take a canoe
trip! Wouldn't that be fun?

"I am crazy to hear about where you go to school and what class
you're in! I'm a sophomore and I go to Miss Allen's boarding
school.

"We have another week of vacation here at home so I wish you would
write to this address before I go back to school. Then I'll try to
answer promptly, too.

"Your Sister Scout,
MARJORIE WILKINSON."

After the letter was posted, Marjorie waited breathlessly for an answer.
She watched for the postman faithfully, refusing