“You haven’t heard of them?” There was no scorn in the speaker’s voice at all, though she certainly did seem surprised. “Why, then, what a good thing you’ve decided to come to Benedick’s! You’ll love it. We’re all Guides there. What is your name?” “Betty Carlyle,” said Betty rather shyly. She had hardly ever felt shy before. Generally at home, when there were visitors--and that was very seldom--she was so busy helping the little ones not to be shy that she quite forgot to be shy herself. Now, however, she seemed suddenly to find herself in an altogether new world. If it had not been for the kind look in the blue eyes which were looking into her own, Betty would have felt shyer. But the eyes were very kind. “Ask the kiddy her age, too, Sybil?” said the second occupant of the carriage. “She’s above Brownie age, I think.” “I’m thirteen,” said Betty, not understanding the allusion in the least. She felt rather shy of the second girl too, and she was relieved when Sybil took up the conversation. “Any age is Guide age,” said she with a jolly look, “as you’ll soon decide. I only wish I could fit you into the Daisies; but I’m afraid we’re a tight pack.” Then she turned and, without looking at Betty again, began to speak to her companion about matters which seemed “just as Greeky,” as Betty decided, “as before.” But in spite of the “Greekiness” of things Betty’s heart was beginning to feel quite light. There was an excited sparkle in her eyes as she sat back against the cushions. For Sybil had said that Guides were jolly. And Sybil had said that she would make a good Guide, and love it. And Sybil had said that she wished she could fit Betty “into the Daisies!” Betty had no glimmer of an idea what Guides, or patrols, or “Daisies” were; but she was quite certain of one thing, that if Sybil was to be a part of Benedick’s, then, even if Betty herself was shy and stupid at first, she would be sure to grow to love it, because Sybil had said that she would. CHAPTER II ARE YOU A DAISY? Betty was upstairs in the dormitory, battling with a choky feeling that came and went just because of the strangeness of it all. But not altogether an uncomfortable feeling, perhaps, because it was something the same as feelings she had experienced once or twice before when on her way to parties, which, of course, she would be sure, when once she got there, to enjoy! Generally at such times--which had happened very seldom--she had had the twins with her; and there had been always something to do for them on arrival which had made her forget her own shyness. For the choky feeling was shyness, she decided.