“Lovely! Perfect!” answered the girl, appreciatively. “And so were all the others. I’ll have to go somewhere very gay this summer,” she remarked with a sly, questioning look at her father, “to wear such lovely clothes!” “Would you prefer Newport or Bar Harbor?” he asked, mischievously. “Neither, papa, thanks. I’ve had a wonderful time this week, and, in fact all this year; but I’d be perfectly willing not to go to another party all summer. I’ve been gay enough to last a life-time.” “Well, it certainly hasn’t seemed to hurt you,” observed Mrs. Hadley, looking approvingly at the girl’s pink cheeks. “No; but too much of it would,” said her father. “Well, perhaps you will like my plans for your summer, then!” Marjorie seized her father’s arm, and looked pleadingly into his eyes. “Please tell me, papa! Please!” “No, I can’t! It wouldn’t be fair to the rest!” “The rest of whom?” she demanded. “The rest of the Girl Scouts!” Marjorie uttered a little gasp of pleasure; it was just what she wanted most of all. How she had dreaded the thought of the separation from her best friends, and the dissolution of that wonderful senior patrol of theirs which had gone together to Canada to represent the Girl Scouts of the whole United States! “If you’re sure there are scouts in it,” she said, “I won’t ask any more. I’m perfectly satisfied!” She turned to go, and John asked for permission to stroll back to the building with her. It was the first time he had seen her since the Spring vacation. “I suppose you are still working hard?” she asked, casually. “Yes--so--so,” he replied, lightly dismissing her question. He was more interested in the subject she had been discussing with her father. “Marj, don’t you really know where you are going this summer?” he inquired. “I haven’t the faintest idea,” replied the girl. “I know only just what papa said, which you heard: somewhere with the Girl Scouts.” “Well, whenever you do go, I wish I could spend my two weeks vacation at the same place!” “Probably you can, for I don’t think we are going to any girls’ camp, or anything like that.” “But you might be going to Europe, or California,” he observed. “No, I wouldn’t want to travel this summer--I’m too tired. And I’m sure mother realizes that, if papa doesn’t.” John looked at her seriously. “I wouldn’t be in your way, Marjorie?” “No indeed!” she replied, heartily. “Let’s make it a bargain! We’ll have our vacation together--provided, of course, your mother is well enough to go.” “Oh thanks!” he said, fervently. They had reached the main building now, and Marjorie stopped at the door-step. “Come see me next Sunday!” she said, cordially. “Lily will be there, and perhaps some more young people.” “I’d be delighted!” said John, turning to leave her. But he would have preferred to have an invitation for a time when he might see her alone.