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"Oh, you got my note," said the other. "I am so glad. I was afraid
you would not come."
"I'm here," replied Dagmar, "bag and baggage, mostly bag," kicking
the accommodating and inoffensive telescope. "I hate to carry this
thing."
"Oh, that's all right," replied the taller girl, who, under a
street lamp, showed a face older than Dagmar's and perhaps a
little hard and rough. Just that bold defiant look, so often
affected by girls accustomed to fighting their way through the
everyday hardships of walled-in surroundings.
"Tessie, I am afraid," confessed the younger girl. "I almost cried
when Mama asked me to fix supper."
"Oh, baby! You are too pretty, that's all's the matter with you.
But just wait. Hush! There's that crowd of nifty-nice, preachy,
snippy scout girls. Duck, or they'll be on our trail," and she
dragged her companion around the corner of the high fence, where,
in the shadow of its bill-posted height they crouched, until the
laughing, happy girls of True Tred Troop, just out from their
early evening meeting at Sunset Hall, over the post-office, had
passed down into Elm Street.
"I think they saw us," whispered Dagmar, "I heard one girl say
some one was hiding by the signboard."
"We should worry," flippantly replied Tessie. "I guess they are
too busy thinking about their old wigwagging to notice mill
girls."
"Oh, you're mean, Tessie. I think they are real nice. They always
say hello to me."
"That's because you are pretty," snubbed the older girl, with
something like common spite in her voice.
"Here they come back! Guess they lost something."
"We'd better be moving the other way, then. Pshaw! We will sure be
late if they keep up their trailing around. Come along. Just be so
busy talking to me they won't get a chance to give you their
lovely hello. It would be all up with us if they spied us." With a
persuasion not entirely welcome to Dagmar, Tessie again dragged
her along, this time turning away from the dim lights that showed
through the window of Flosston station.
Presently the group of scout girls could be heard exchanging
opinions on the possibility of finding something lost. One thought
it might have dropped in the deep gutter, another declared she
would have heard it fall if it hit the many stones along the
sidewalk, and still another expressed the view that it would be
impossible to find it until daylight, no matter where it had
fallen.
"But I just got it, and wanted to wear it so much," wailed the
girl most concerned. "I think it is too mean--"
"Now, we will be sure to find it in daylight," assured the tall
girl, evidently the captain. "I will be around here before even
the mill hands pass. Don't worry, Margaret. If we don't find it, I
shall send to headquarters for another."
"But I shall never love it as I did that one," and tears were in
the voice. "Besides, think of all the lovely time we had at the
presentation!"
"Now come," softly ordered the tall girl. "No use prowling around
here, we can't see anything with matches. I promise you, Margaret,
you shall have another badge in time for the rally if we do not
find this," and reluctantly the party of searchers turned again in
the direction of the village.
Watching their opportunity, the two mill girls came out from the
shadows of the high fence they had been trusting to shield them
from the view of the scouts. With quickened step they now turned
again towards the station.
"Dear me!" exclaimed Tessie. "Haven't we had awful luck for a
start? Hope it won't follow us along."
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