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Marjorie smiled at the bluntness of the remark.

“I started at six,” she explained. “But it’s eight years at grammar school, four at high, and four at college.”

“Then you must be twenty-one!” calculated Queenie.

“Exactly!” replied Marjorie. “If I weren’t, I couldn’t be your captain.”

“Tell us more about what the scouts do, and how you earned your car, Miss Wilkinson,” urged Queenie.

Marjorie noticed a revival of interest when this question was asked; almost subconsciously she realized that pleasure in one form or another was these girls’ idol. Yet how could she give them the kind they wanted, and, if she could, would she be willing? Was it not rather her duty to create a new ideal for them?

“Winning that car was only a side-line for us,” she told them finally. “A wealthy old lady had read some accounts of our troop’s doings in the newspapers, and wanted to prove our mettle. So she wrote to us that if we would motor to California without accepting any assistance of any kind from men along the road, and if we would make the trip in six weeks’ time, and not spend more than a certain amount of money, she’d give each girl a new roadster as a reward.”