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Then Lily, aroused to the support of Marjorie rather than of Frieda, made an appealing speech, telling of the vastness of New York City, and its great temptations. She mentioned the troop's responsibility toward Frieda, at least until they could get her back home. She spoke earnestly, and the girls were greatly impressed. Marjorie cast a grateful look in her direction as Lily sat down.
She was thinking of that remark of Ruth's: that Frieda had only seized the opportunity as another chance to steal something. But she resolutely suppressed the idea; she did not want to antagonize Mrs. Johnson to any greater extent against the girl. Up the steps she ran, two at a time, so that she might not have time to lose courage and change her mind. She knocked at the door of the room.
"Why, you can go on the canoe trip!" "I only won it last Saturday," said Frieda. "Oh, I should love to go on your canoe trip but I don't belong to Pansy troop!" "You certainly do!" protested Lily. "I tell you what I could do!" cried Frieda, with a flash of inspiration. "Do you need a cook?" "Indeed we do," answered Miss Phillips. "I said only yesterday that we must get some one. Can you cook?"
The others turned and Frieda, who had been standing in a dreary silence, listening to the chatter of all these dear boys and girls whom she was leaving perhaps forever, suddenly ran across the platform to where a little old lady in black with a knitted shawl over her head, and a little old man in ill-fitting clothes were standing.
At quarter after four Lily looked at her watch. "I'm dead, Marj!" she announced. "Let's go and get some hot chocolate, and then go home." "All right," agreed Marjorie reluctantly. "But I sort of hate to leave. By the way, Lil, have you been noticing the salesgirls?" "Not 'specially. Why?" "I thought one of them might be Frieda."
There was no choosing possible; Frieda was the oldest, the strongest, the best prepared, and the only one who was of legal age to be put to work. My father has nothing to answer for. He divided the world between his children in accordance with the laws of the country and the compulsion of his circumstances. I have no need of defending him. It is myself that I would like to defend, and I cannot.
As her own girl came towards them, she leaned over and asked earnestly, "Can you tell me the name of the waitress over there?" "Jennie Perkins," replied the girl, quietly. Marjorie's face fell; she must be mistaken. Then an idea came to her; perhaps it was Frieda, under an assumed name! "Has she worked here long?" pursued Marjorie.
"Just because one plan failed, that is no reason why the troop should stop all of its good work. I suggest that a committee be appointed to visit the local charity organization, and find out where assistance is most needed." But before anyone else could speak, Marjorie jumped to her feet. "Captain, are we sure that we have failed with Frieda?
Then, too, the girl had been so outrageously ungrateful; she had almost made a scene in a store where Miss Phillips tried to buy a ten-dollar dress, and had declared that she would never wear it! Finally, they had compromised on a dark skirt and two middy blouses; but Frieda took no pains to hide her resentment at the cheapness of the clothing.
"Wake up, you two!" said Alice, tickling Hannah's plump cheek, while Frieda tweaked the pink bow from Catherine's bronze braids. "Time to take off your pink bow, dear. It's daylight and it looks worse than goldenrod with red ribbon." "Ouch! You needn't have given that last yank. I'm awake. Hannah!" Hannah sighed and turned over. "Don't bother me," she said.
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