ssed her face, blotting the life out
of her eyes, and glazing them with the ice of terror, did actually mark
her as being "different." Even now this fear flitted into her gaze,
and with it her slim, brown hands were seen to grasp tightly any object
within their reach.

Cleo retold to her aunt that part of the evening's experience which
Jennie had begun, but it was concerning the professor and his
unprepared retreat to the Sanitarium that she particularly asked advice.

"Do you suppose he will be very anxious about Mary?" asked Cleo. "He
does not know us, and when we left him he still seemed dazed from the
fright."

"We might call Crow's Nest on the telephone and ask how he is,"
suggested Mrs. Dunbar. "I think we should do so. Do you want to ask
Mary about it?"

Cleo bit her lip in serious consideration. For a little girl she was
rather wise, as her aunt had before acknowledged.

"You see, Auntie," she finally said, "we three are trained Girl Scouts.
Every day we renew our pledges to help others, and every evening we
make a sort of survey of the day to be sure we are not allowing our
delightful vacation to monopolize all our interests. We say, you know,
that happiness was born a twin, and we know from experience we have
lots better times when we share happiness with someone who needs it."

"Wonderful wisdom for such a little girl," replied the aunt with an
embracing smile, absolutely devoid of ridicule, but plainly illumined
with appreciation. "I know about your wonderful scout activities, and
I have not so soon forgotten how you won your bronze cross----"

"Oh, I don't mean to attach any glory to myself," Cleo interrupted,
somewhat embarrassed at the turn in the conversation.

"I understand, dear. You just want to be perfectly sure you are doing
all you can for the case of Mary, as that has come your way in
scouting?"

"Yes, that is our vacation case, we are sure, so of course I just had
to insist on Jennie coming with us to-night. I am afraid she was
awfully frightened."

"She was, but maybe you can convert her to your ranks. At any rate she
was astonished at the way you carried things through. Now, about Mary.
Shall we speak to her about phoning the Sanitarium?"

"I guess we had better not mention it to her until we find out if he is
all right. If he were very ill do you think we need tell her
to-night?" Cleo asked.

"You are right, Tody," the aunt replied, using the pet name given Cleo
by