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A confusion of tongues just adds to a confusion of ideas," Lance McClain remarked, jumping from his bicycle and unexpectedly joining the small group. Apparently he had ridden on ahead of his Scout Troop. He turned now and greeted Miss Frean. Then he came over toward Tory. "I don't wish to be teased, Lance.
There would be less difficulty in finally getting away. Dr. McClain was to accompany Kara to New York in order to see the New York physicians. Mr. Jeremy Hammond had offered to motor them down, as he owned a handsome car and Kara would be spared having to be lifted in and out of the train. Kara's farewell Scout meeting was by her own request a quiet one.
McClain had seen Kara. Now I cannot wait any longer. I am sure something more dreadful than any of us realize has happened." Margaret Hale rose and slipped her arm inside the other girl's. "We will go back together. You are more nervous over Kara than need be because of the strain of last night." They moved on a few yards. Coming out of the cabin they could see Dr.
The group of girls, except for a few additional ones, was the same that had gathered in the old Fenton home in Westhaven on a momentous evening the winter before. On that evening they had formed the first Patrol of the Girl Scouts of the Eagle's Wing Troop. Margaret Hale remained the Patrol Leader and Dorothy McClain her Corporal.
But before anything could be hoped for Kara must reach a happier state of mind and body. Never had there been any pretence that she and Kara were not more intimate and devoted than any other two girls in their Troop, save perhaps Dorothy McClain and Louise Miller. Then what was one to do but give Kara all that one possessed?
At least this much had been accomplished, although her tone remained hard and uninterested. Suddenly her head went down until her face was hidden. "Don't you know, Tory, darling? Has no one told you or the other Girl Scouts of our Troop? Dr. McClain promised me that he would tell you. I can't come back to our camp in Beechwood Forest, I cannot be a Girl Scout. I may never be able to walk again.
Later the letters were given to Dr. McClain and to Mr. Hale, Margaret Hale's father, who was a prominent lawyer, for an equally painstaking perusal. They agreed that they were merely a trivial collection such as any one might receive from a dozen friends, preserved for the sake of the affection, not the value of the communications. There were no papers save the letters.
Hammond would join them; no one else was supposed to feel a sufficiently keen interest in the investigation to be allowed to take part. In spite of her music Teresa observed Lance McClain coming toward the Girl Scout camp when he was still some distance away. He was not wearing his Scout uniform as might have been expected. Even at a distance Lance appeared unlike the other boys.
McClain had always been certain of its identity. It was the doctor's opinion that Kara must not for the present be excited or disturbed by any reference to this fact. At last Tory was aware that she should have spoken sooner, that any protest from her at present would come too late.
Lance murmured, staring at the drawing of the youthful artist, his brows drawn into a fine line, half of criticism, half envy. Donald and Dorothy McClain and most of her younger companions would have felt only enthusiastic admiration for Tory's work. Had they known, Lance's attitude was more flattering. He expected more of Tory's ability than the others knew how to expect. She shook her head.
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