“Marjorie,” he said,--“or rather, Lieutenant Marjorie, for I am asking you now as I would consult the officer of Pansy troop, do you think your patrol would like to have a little week-end house party soon after we get back home?” Before Marjorie answered, John knew by the sparkle of her eyes that the idea appealed to her. Had not the girls all expressed such a desire only the day before, and had not Alice put it up to her to provide the means? Naturally, she answered readily in the affirmative. “We’d all love it!” she cried. “That’s bully! Well, you know mother has a cottage at Cape May--nothing gorgeous, you understand, but quite comfortable--and she would like to entertain the whole patrol before you separate. How about the week-end after we get home?” “That would be perfectly heavenly!” she replied. “Oh, if you could know how much we wanted one more reunion; but we simply didn’t see how we could manage it.” “Then that’s settled. Will you invite the others for mother? She’d have written, but she thought it would be better to have me ask you privately first.” Marjorie dipped her hand into the water, forgetting for a moment the young man’s presence in her joy at the thought of what was in store for the patrol. The scout good times were not over, then; she could still look forward to one more party with the members of the senior patrol. She would have one more pleasant memory to store away for the time when she would be among strangers at college. How good Mrs. Hadley was to suggest such a thing! She was very happy. But John abruptly interrupted her reverie. “I want to tell you about Dorothy Snyder,” he said. “Yes?” she answered, without raising her eyes from the water. “It was she who suggested the house party. She is so anxious to meet you Girl Scouts.” “Oh!” remarked Marjorie, a trifle coolly. “So she will be there?” “You don’t object, do you?” A cloud passed over John’s face. “You see she lives with my mother.” “With your mother? Why? Is she a nurse? Is your mother so ill--?” “No, no, not at all!” he replied, hastily. “I want to tell you her story--of the strange way she came to us. Mother found her alone and sick, in a pavilion.” In a few brief words he summed up the facts of Dorothy’s case as he knew it, up to the time he received his telegram to go to the West. He recounted her strange desire to meet the Girl Scouts of Miss Allen’s School, which at the time seemed to him unaccountable. “But when I found out her real reason for wanting to meet you, as she told it to me that last night at home, I was very glad I had promised to do all in my power to grant her request. It seems that she had lost her memory, and could recall nothing except her escape from a hospital, when she wandered into the pavilion where mother found her. She does not even know her real name, but adopted Dorothy Snyder as the first one that came into her head.