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Queenie Brazier threw open the door and rushed down the steps as Marjorie drew her key from the lock.

“Hello, Miss Wilkinson!” she cried. “Right on the dot of eight!”

Marjorie smilingly extended her hand, realizing now that Miss Winthrop had not exaggerated her story.

“Your car’s awful cute,” commented the girl, slipping her arm through Marjorie’s and conducting her up the steps. “Wouldn’t mind if I was rich myself!”

“Oh, but I didn’t buy that!” Marjorie hastened to inform her. “I earned it—as a reward which was offered to our Girl Scout troop.”

“Gee, do they give things like that in the Scouts!” exclaimed Queenie. “Me for the scouts, every time!”

“There are all sorts of honors and rewards for the girl who works,” Marjorie replied cautiously. “But they do not always take such material form as this one happened to.” She was anxious to dispel Queenie’s false hope that scouting was an easy path to quick riches.

“Tell me how you won it!” pleaded the other, as she directed Marjorie into the room where the rest of the girls were gathered.