The girls accepted their lieutenant’s advice as they accepted everything else she said and did--without question; and fell to work at their appointed tasks. Florence and Alice made the ice cream; Lily and Mae decorated the room with flowers, and crêpe paper which Mrs. Andrews had sent from New York; Ethel and Doris unpacked boxes of food, and Marjorie and Daisy arranged the dishes on the refreshment table at the side. “Let’s see how many of us there are,” said Marjorie, as she was putting the silver on the table--“eight of us scouts, Mr. and Mrs. Hilton and Bob and Art, the two Melvilles, and Kirk--that makes fifteen. Why,” she continued, as if the idea had just struck her, “that means eight girls and only five boys! That’s hard on the dancing!” “I’ll tell you how we can fix that!” exclaimed Alice, who had finished making her ice cream, “I’ll wear my breeches and be a man. Who wants me for a partner?” “I’d be charmed,” said Florence, laughingly. “Good work!” commented Marjorie. “Now there will be only one extra girl, and I will be that one, and play chaperone.” “Oh, everybody will dance with everybody else!” said Doris, lightly. “Even Alice needn’t think she’ll be able to keep the men away by wearing trousers!” “Marj!” said Alice, abruptly, “what does Kirk have to say about the radio. Oh, if it doesn’t come, I’ll never forgive him!” “But it wouldn’t be his fault!” protested Daisy, who made it a point to defend the young man. “He certainly did his part.” “I bet he ordered it from some poor, one-horsepower company that delivers once in ten years,” returned Alice. “No, he didn’t either!” said Marjorie, positively. “He ordered it from one of the best companies in the East!” When supper was over, the scouts disappeared into their cabins to put on their uniforms. With the exception of Alice, who still insisted upon playing man, they all wore khaki dresses and black ties. In addition to their merit-badges, which covered the sleeves of all the girls in the patrol, Marjorie and Ethel wore the Golden Eaglets they had won at the national training camp the preceding summer. The party began at half-past seven, when the enclosure shutting off the living room from the dining room was removed, and the victrola began to play. All the guests arrived at once, and immediately the dancing began. Marjorie took up her place at the victrola and resolutely remained there during three dances, refusing all invitations to dance on the plea of her duty. But at the end of that time, Mrs. Hilton insisted upon relieving her, and she yielded to Kirk’s invitation.