haven.
Edith made no pretense of anything else and had not received a great
deal of education. She had learned much from her winter with Miss
Frean, and was learning through her summer with her Troop of Girl
Scouts. Nevertheless, there were ways in which she revealed the
difference in her past circumstances from the lives of most of the
Girl Scouts with whom she was associated at present.

To Martha, Edith's lack of social training must have been especially
conspicuous. Martha had been reared in a careful fashion. Her family
had been wealthy before the war and owners of a large estate.

Nevertheless the English Girl Guide accepted Edith's efforts toward
self-improvement and her evident desire to make friends with perfect
tact and good breeding.

Tory knew that social distinctions were more seriously regarded in
England than the United States. She concluded if ever the moment were
propitious to inquire of Martha if the Girl Guides represented an
effort toward real Democracy in the sense the American Girl Scouts
trusted that they represented the same purpose.

At length Tory took up her pencil and began drawing.

She was seated in an open place in the woods not far from their
dancing ground within the circle of giant beech trees.

Later in the day Evan Phillips' mother was to give the Girl Scouts of
the Eagle's Wing their first lesson in outdoor dancing.

The thought of this in prospect interrupted Tory's effort. With an
impatient gesture she picked up the paper upon which she was working
and tearing it into bits flung the pieces to the winds.

Her father insisted that she draw from still life and she had been
using a distant tree as her model.

Is there anything in the world more difficult to represent with its
dignity, grace and beneficence than a tree?

At this instant Tory certainly was convinced there was not.

Half unconsciously her pencil began indicating the figure of a girl in
various attitudes.

For years, whenever left to her own devices, Tory had amused herself
in this fashion. However crude her drawings of human figures, since
she was a tiny girl they had in them a suggestion of life and action.

A noise, apparently coming from behind a clump of bushes not far off,
distracted the artist's attention.

Tory raised her eyes.

Beyond the bushes she thought she beheld some one move.

"Martha, Edith!" she called out.

At first there was no reply.

The second call brought a response.

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