Carmella Commands
older than she, and made a mental note. Mrs. Barrington went on:
“But I’m really glad we’re alone, because I want to have you to talk with about our new Girl Scout troop at Hope House.”
“I’m not a Girl Scout.”
“No? But you could be. And before long I’m sure you could be a lieutenant, and then maybe a captain. It’s a wonderful opportunity.”
“Maybe it would be, if I liked it,” said Carmella.
“Oh, but I’m sure you would. We have new equipment for athletics this year. I’m sure you’d enjoy Hope House, if you came.”
“I don’t like folks that try to do you good,” said Carmella abruptly.
“But—but⸺”
“I want folks to look straight at me instead of down at me. I shall not go to Hope House again.”
“But,” said the bewildered social personage, “the Girl Scout troop needs you. It is for girls of your own people. Several girls have said they would join if you did.”
“Does your girl Margaret belong to the Girl Scouts?” asked Carmella, gazing steadily into Mrs. Barrington’s eyes.
“Well, not yet, exactly. I’ve urged her, and she’s thinking of it, with the St. Andrew’s church troop. I hope she will soon, but—you see—she has—well, so many other interests.”
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