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Updated: June 14, 2025
Her hair was more carefully arranged than usual in the shining, heavy brown braids Tory so often had admired. In truth Memory Frean had begun to take more interest in her personal appearance since her meeting with Victoria Drew on the wintry road.
Miss Mason, the Troop Captain, insisted that the girls never be at camp or in the woods alone. If Miss Frean knew she would doubtless come back with Edith. Tory hoped this might be true. There were so many questions to discuss. Kara had proposed an interesting suggestion earlier in the day. Evan Phillips' mother might be induced to teach their own little group of Girl Scouts outdoor dancing.
It certainly is pleasanter at our camp in Beechwood Forest than in this place!" Tory's arms went around Kara's shoulders, her bright red lips touched the other girl's brown hair. "You know I have wanted to come to you every minute in the twenty-four hours, dear, and every member of your Patrol has wanted to come as well, besides Miss Mason and Miss Frean and all the rest.
However, if Kara were wearying of this and really preferred the other girls, Tory appreciated that she was probably being a nuisance. She would not speak of it to Memory Frean or Miss Mason, but in the future Kara should not be so bored by her society. Walking on together through the woods, once Memory Frean attempted to put her arm inside Tory's. Quietly Tory drew away. The dusk was deepening.
Martha Greaves, the English Girl Guide, must have felt many times that you have been neglecting her. She is a stranger and in a way has the right to depend upon you. Am I reproaching you for too much all at once, Tory?" The girl arose up from her low stool and stood with her hands clasped and a frown on her forehead. "You have said a good deal, Memory Frean.
To be a good Scout demands first of all common sense. You have the artistic temperament, Tory, and common sense is perhaps more difficult for you. Glad you are willing to be friends again." Memory Frean and Mr. Richard Fenton walked back together to the House in the Woods. They had not been alone with each other in more than twenty years.
In making a careful study of the costumes worn by the early Greeks, Miss Frean and the Troop Captain had been surprised to find that white did not play so important a part in their dress as they had supposed. Together with their love for the beauty of line and form the Greeks possessed an equal love for color. Nausicaa and her maidens begin a game of ball on the sands.
They left Tory to have supper with Miss Frean, who promised to bring her home later. The suggestion had originated with the Troop Captain. Tory protested that Kara would need her services and be hurt if she failed to appear. "No, I want Miss Frean to talk to you for a special reason, Tory.
Edith and I realized that Tory opposed her joining your troop." Tory flushed. "Is it very kind of you, Memory Frean, to refer to one's past mistakes, especially when I am your guest?" Memory Frean laid her large but beautiful hand, a little roughened from outdoor work, upon Tory Drew's sensitive, slender one. "I suppose I should apologize to you, Tory.
If you had waited any longer I should have been offended. See, I have put on a clean dress, and the water is boiling for tea, and the table spread in the Shakespeare garden." Miss Frean led the way, with Edith and Tory clinging to her and Sheila Mason following. The herbs in the Shakespeare garden were in the perfection of bloom.
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