ig hotel at the
moment no physician could be found.

"What shall I do!" wailed the mother, now wringing her hands and begging
for help. "I don't know how--to save--my darling!"

Quick as a flash Julia broke away through the crowd and, followed by
Louise and Helen, she made her way to the room of the distracted parent
and the suffering child.

On the bed lay the little child, gasping, choking, his face almost
purple. No one had attempted to do anything but look on in horror, as
people usually do under such exciting conditions.

Julia, however, summoned all her courage and her scout training, and
grabbing the little one before she had a chance to suffer from
hesitation, she held his little heels high as she could stretch them,
and shook him vigorously, while the distracted mother looked on in
consternation. When the Girl Scout's strength failed, and she allowed
the child to sink down on the bed again, the safety pin, he had almost
swallowed, lay beside him on the coverlet.

It was all over in so few minutes that Louise and Helen merely looked on
to encourage Julia.

"Oh, my darling, my darling!" wailed the excited mother. "Are you alive?
Does he breathe?"

"He will be all right directly," said Helen, surprising herself with her
own calmness. "Just give him plenty of air."

By now those who had assembled in idle curiosity had dispersed, leaving
room for the other scouts to come within sight of the open door.

Quickly as the chubby youngster recovered his breath he made a grab at
the neck tie that floated from Julia's blouse. Then he wanted to play
with the buttons on her skirt, and he evinced such other evidence of
good fellowship that every one stood by in silent admiration.

The mother, however, had recovered her composure sufficiently to thank
Julia; and this she did most profusely.

"What would I have done?" she asked. "I simply went to pieces, in a
perfect panic, when I saw that boy choke. Oh, here is Neal," turning to
greet a young man who just entered the room. "Neal, do come and meet
these wonderful little girls. They saved the baby brother. In another
moment, I am sure, he would have strangled."

And before them stood one of the young men who had entertained them
unawares on the West porch, an hour earlier. He added his thanks to
those of his mother, while the baby brother kicked delightedly on the
badly tossed bed.

"And you knew more about it than mother," he remarked, a note of
incredulity in h