“Whom do you bet we find first?” asked Alice, in spite of Florence’s rebuke, “Daisy’s sister, or the lieutenant?” “Daisy’s sister, I hope,” replied Doris, with a yawn. “Come girls, let’s go away and let these people go to bed!” CHAPTER V. THE TWO LIEUTENANTS. Nine hundred miles of their journey were over. The Girl Scouts had reached Chicago. It was a little after two o’clock in the afternoon, and the train was to lay over until five. With more eagerness than any of the other passengers displayed, the girls hurried out to make the most of their time. “Let’s go to a movie, and then have afternoon tea at a big hotel,” suggested Lily, as soon as they were in the station. “I’d love to treat.” “No, thanks, Lil--that would really be too much,” objected Alice. “Suppose we take one of those sight-seeing busses, and ‘do the town.’ I’ve never been in Chicago before. Besides, we’d see so many people, maybe we would run some chance of finding Olive.” “Yes, and run more risk of running into that awful lieutenant,” said Lily, mischievously. She winked slyly at Marjorie, although of late the latter had grown somewhat tired of the joke. As a new officer, she longed to wear her lieutenant’s shield upon her coat, instead of keeping it hidden in the depths of her trunk. “Now, Lily, you know that’s nonsense!” protested Ethel. “If the old lieutenant is going to find us, she knows what train we’re on, and all about us. We simply couldn’t hide from her! No, let’s take the bus--we can go to a movie anywhere. And maybe, if you really want to, there would be time to take us for tea afterward.” The girls all chimed in approvingly at Ethel’s suggestions, and inquired for the nearest bus. The experience of seeing a city in this ordinary way was a novel one for most of them. Perched high up in the air, amid a crowd of noisy people, they listened with great amusement to the remarks of their fellow passengers, and the cut-and-dried descriptions and ancient jokes of the guide. They hardly opened their mouths during the ride, and when they did volunteer an observation to one of their comrades, it was in a whisper. It required most of their efforts to keep themselves from laughing out loud. They stopped at one of the big hotels near the station, and, as it was only four o’clock, they looked forward to a delightful hour in the tea-room. They were entering the lobby when Alice suddenly grasped Daisy’s arm. “Look! look! Daisy! Could that be Olive?” she whispered, breathlessly. “See--over there--by the elevator!” Daisy’s eyes followed the direction indicated by her companion. The young woman was about her sister’s age, and she had dark hair; but in no other way did she resemble Olive. The girl shook her head sadly. “Well, I’m going to keep right on watching,” said Alice, as the girls entered the dining-room. “There, let’s ask the waiter to let us sit over there by the window--then we can see everybody who comes into the room.”