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Updated: June 25, 2025
"I'm sure it's splendid. I never could have answered that note myself." Cleo accepted the compliment and the three little second-grade scouts hurried along in the direction of the young willows, behind which an ancient stone wall gave historic prestige to the now modern Flosston. Nimbly they sprang the wall and quickly they devoured the letter.
Also there was the thought that Tessie might fix it at home by sending a letter filled with glowing promises of good money but she would require at least one day to mail her promise to Flosston. So Dagmar sat with a melancholy expression on her face while Tessie hid her silent chuckles in her wearing apparel. "Here we are," whispered the latter, as the jitney jolted to a standstill.
I am not sure my man got away, you know. He may be tied up there yet. And also, I may get someone to go with me and reclaim Mrs. Johnston's wash. I know about where it broke loose." But the happenings in the woods were quickly forgotten, at least so far as the scout girls were concerned, by the unexpected development in the case of the two girls, Dagmar and Tessie, who had stolen out of Flosston.
Realizing the lost was found, Lieutenant Lindsley stood on top of the little hill, just over the turn of the macadam road, that outlined Oakley Avenue, the one street of distinction that ran through the country and gave tone to little Flosston on its way.
It was the best reward that could have been devised for the girls, and they expressed genuine sorrow at the fate of others of True Tred who must be left behind for one reason or another. But the girls of the troop were not to be exactly desolate during the days their more fortunate friends were camping Flosston in itself offered many happy opportunities.
The sensational news of two girls having run away from the Fluffdown mills was now quickly making its way through Flosston and near-by communities. The Wartliz family had done its part in spreading the scandal, while the Brodix people said little, wagged their heads and grieved sincerely, for their Dagmar was a cherished daughter, and her loss had sadly strained the humble home circle.
There's your fresh shirt for the morning. Take it along with you." "Thanks, Mom, and you have the Chink beat in his line, too," giving the freshly ironed cambric shirt an approving pat. "Tell Molly to go easy out at Flosston. Those True Tred Girl Scouts are a pretty lively little bunch from what I hear." "What do you mean?" asked the mother. "What did you hear about Flosston?"
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