you--both!"

He shook hands with Ruth and Marjorie, and the girls got out of the car,
Ruth running in next door to find her mother.

"It was lovely of you to invite me," said Marjorie, a little at a loss
regarding what to say after so many months.

"It was wonderful of you to come," he replied, sincerely. A sudden pang
of jealousy seized him. What had Marjorie been doing all this time? Had
another fellow cut him out? They had exchanged only two or three letters
during the whole year, and all of these had been very impersonal.

"If you don't mind," said Marjorie, turning to Harold, "I'd like to go
see mother. For I'll be with you people all afternoon and evening."

"Certainly," assented Harold; and John flushed at his own egotism in
expecting Marjorie to prefer his society to that of her own family.

A little after two o'clock the Ford sedan again drove up to Wilkinsons',
and Marjorie, with her little bag in her hand, appeared. Ruth was
already in the front seat with Harold, and John got out and assisted
Marjorie into the back seat beside him.

If John Hadley hoped for a tete-a-tete with Marjorie, he was greatly
disappointed, for both girls seemed to be plotting to keep the
conversation general. They asked all about college, and the club, and
the dance; Marjorie wanted to hear something about the towns of Trenton
and Princeton; and both girls talked animatedly about the summer's canoe
trip.

"And we both passed the Pioneer test!" explained Ruth, triumphantly.

"Great!" exclaimed John; and a minute description of the hike and the
test followed.

It was not long before they reached Trenton, but before the machine
crossed the bridge, it passed a certain dingy little boat-house, and
Ruth and Harold exchanged significant glances, unobserved by the
occupants of the back seat.

As the car continued along the principal business street, slowing down
for traffic, Marjorie noticed a big building at the corner, from which
a great crowd of girls were pouring. As they approached, she realized
that some of the costumes were strangely familiar; then in a moment it
dawned upon her that they were Girl Scouts!

"Oh, wait, wait!" she demanded, greatly excited. "Please stop! They're
Girl Scouts!"

"What if they are?" asked Ruth, coolly, regarding her in disdain. Was
Marjorie crazy?

"I want to get out! Oh, please stop!" begged the frantic girl.

Harold obediently pulled up to the curb, although he, too, shared Ruth's
opini