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Updated: June 14, 2025
How am I failing as a Girl Scout?" When no one else was present she used the older woman's first name, loving its dignity and soft inflections. Memory Frean put down her magazine. "You are not failing, Tory, not in one sense. You are trying to accomplish too much. This is, of course, another form of failure. Take your dishes in to the kitchen and then sit here on the stool by me."
Edith Linder had been in a measure her adopted daughter. She had lived for the past winter in the house with Miss Frean. Now Edith uttered an exclamation of pleasure, which at Tory's gesture she quickly subdued. Memory Frean was standing in the center of a plot of grass with her arms outstretched. Fluttering about her head were a family of wrens.
By the following afternoon she and Tory and Edith Linder started out for the little House in the Woods to talk over the idea with Memory Frean, who represented one of their chief sources of wisdom. The summer afternoon was a perfect one. Illimitably beautiful pale dappled gray clouds filled the summer sky, shutting out the fierce rays of the sun.
He was accompanied by Sheila Mason and Miss Frean. The two women remained outside. Alone Dr. McClain entered the charmed circle. At once a dozen girls were crowding about him. A quarter of an hour after Tory Drew and Dorothy McClain were walking with him toward the road that led back into Westhaven. "We will have the little evergreen house made comfortable for Kara.
During this conversation Tory had crossed over to Miss Frean, persuading her to be seated on a low bench and sitting down beside her. "I was deeply offended with you, Memory, an hour ago when you held a 'mirror up to nature, my nature. I detest being lectured. Just the same, I promise to try not to bore Kara too much with my society and to give the other girls more opportunity.
As they hoped, from a little distance off the three newcomers discovered Miss Frean busy in her garden. Tory saw her first. She made a motion with her hand to suggest that they approach softly without being observed. The older woman wore no hat, and a simple outdoor cotton dress of pale gray, with a deep blue scarf over her shoulders.
McClain, Miss Frean and Sheila Mason. Dr. McClain, assisted by the two women, was bearing Kara in his arms. Before Margaret and Tory reached them, he had placed Kara in his motor car and they were driving away. Tory toiled up the long, hot street, her arms filled with packages, her face flushed. How different the atmosphere from the cool green shade of Beechwood Forest!
She had learned much from her winter with Miss Frean, and was learning through her summer with her Troop of Girl Scouts. Nevertheless, there were ways in which she revealed the difference in her past circumstances from the lives of most of the Girl Scouts with whom she was associated at present. To Martha, Edith's lack of social training must have been especially conspicuous.
I am sure you will find that the other girls, with my help, are capable of caring for Kara this one evening without you." The little edge to Miss Mason's speech Tory had never heard her use before. It left her flushed and silent. She remained alone in the Shakespeare garden while Miss Frean walked a few yards into the woods with her guests.
I am not in high favor at camp at present, so I thought I'd do what I was told on this occasion," Lance remarked. Only three girls were sufficiently near at this instant to overhear his speech, Tory, Dorothy McClain and Louise Miller. The other girls and Miss Frean had moved over to meet the advancing Troop. "What are you talking about, Lance?
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