Marjorie and Lily did not go back to college after the meeting. Instead they boarded the train for New York, and were met at the terminal by Mr. Andrews and Dick Roberts.  
“My, it’s good to see you, dear!” exclaimed the former, kissing his daughter affectionately, while the poor young man had to be content to let his sentiments go unuttered. Marjorie, who shared the secret of their engagement, smiled at the feeling which he could not suppress in his eyes.
 
“You’re really going to give us a Sunday, baby?” continued Lily’s father, jokingly. “Why couldn’t you have made it a week-end?”
 
“Marj and I have serious duties now,” began the girl, as she stepped into the machine, whose door was held open by a uniformed . “We have a regular Saturday night engagement——” She paused while they seated themselves, and Dick, the last one to get in, pulled up one of the small seats.
 
“Oh, I ought to know by this time how busy college seniors are!” remarked Mr. Andrews.
 
“But it isn’t college that keeps us busy Saturday104 nights,” Marjorie informed him. “It’s Girl !”
 
“A brand new occurrence!” exclaimed Dick, mockingly.
 
“Reviving that old patrol?” inquired Mr. Andrews. “That’s nice! Summer plans, and all?” He looked questioningly at Dick and Lily. As far as he knew the wedding was set for June.
 
“Oh, no!” returned Lily, with a blush. “I’m afraid we’re too old for any more wild camping or motor trips——”
 
Her father burst out laughing.
 
“Your mother and I are planning a camping trip for this very summer, while you young people are on your honey-moon.”
 
Dick, who grew slightly embarrassed at the personal turn which the conversation had taken, began to inquire about the trip.
 
“Now tell us what we are doing tomorrow,” Lily, after her father had outlined his own plans.
 
“Your mother will tell you all about that,” he answered for already the car was stopping at the fashionable apartment house in which their home was located.
 
Mrs. Andrews was just as delighted to see the girls as ever, indeed the addition of Marjorie always made her daughter’s home-coming doubly enjoyable. Before she had removed her things, Marjorie was thanking her for her wonderful interest in the new troop.
 
“What’s all this about?” asked Mr. Andrews again. “Your mother never told me.”
 
Marjorie would have been glad then and there to repeat the entire story, but a sigh from Lily reminded her that it was late, and that as yet they had not heard their plans for the morrow.
 
“First have something to eat,” invited Mrs. Andrews. “I know that Dick is starved if you girls aren’t.”
 
“Now tell us who are coming!” begged Lily, after the had been served. “Did you hear from Ethel Todd?”
 
“Yes, she expects to be here—and is coming too, and John Hadley.”
 
Marjorie’s eyes sparkled.
 
“It will be thrilling to see Ethel again,” she said.
 
“How about John?” teased Dick.
 
“Well, he isn’t quite such a stranger, you know,” returned Marjorie.
 
In view of the pleasant day that was before them, the girls excused themselves early, and almost immediately. Breakfast in bed, however, promised to restore all their usual .
 
Long before they were up the following day, the young men of the party had all three arrived, and were patiently awaiting their appearance in the drawing-room. It was not until Ethel came, and dragged them out of bed that they proclaimed themselves wide-awake, and promised to be on hand within ten minutes’ time.
 
As soon as the young people were assembled, and the usual questions and answers exchanged, the girls both turned to Ethel for news of herself.
 
“Tell us all about how it feels to be a schoolmarm,” urged Marjorie.
 
“Fine!” responded the young teacher, glowing with pride. “You’d love it, Marj—you really must take the exams!”
 
“Not a chance in the world,” muttered Jack, .
 
Ethel immediately took the hint.
 
“Marj, what are you keeping from us?” she demanded. “If you are engaged——” Then, turning to John, “Is she?”
 
“Not to me!” he replied, sadly.
 
Ethel’s brow clouded; after all these years could someone else have stepped in, and John’s place?
 
“I’m not engaged to anybody!” replied the girl herself, emphatically. “Jack doesn’t mean that. He means that there isn’t a chance of my teaching because I’m headed straight for social-service work. A official, if I can get a job!”
 
“No!” cried Ethel, incredulously. “You mean besides being a captain——?”
 
“I mean being a paid worker, so I can devote all of my time to the Girl Scouts!”
 
“As if you didn’t always!” muttered Jack.
 
“That reminds me,” remarked Marjorie, “I have a job for you, Jack.”
 
“With pay, I take it?”
 
“No—gratis. But the girls are charming.”
 
“Out with it, Sis!” commanded the young man.
 
Marjorie launched upon her story eagerly, painting it in all its brilliant coloring. The young people all laughed at her descriptions.
 
“The flapper troop!” Jack christened it.
 
“Call it that if you like,” agreed Marjorie. “But the question is, will you help?”
 
“Did you ever know me to fail you?”
 
“Oh, Jack, you’re a brick!” she cried, jumping up and throwing her arms about her brother’s neck. “Now,” she added, releasing him, “I’ll forgive you for that trick you played on me at the dance.”
 
John looked guilty, but Jack laughed uproariously.
 
“What’s the joke?” demanded Ethel.
 
“Marj and John had a ,” Jack explained, in spite of the evident of both concerned, “and so Sis was hard up for a partner for her class dance, and took out her spite by picking on me!”
 
“You mean thing!” denounced his sister. “Tha............