“No,” said Jamie, “let’s give her time to take her hat off and set her house in order, and maybe what I consider straight, she wouldn’t think was straight. Some time this evening I’ll talk with her, and then I’ll telephone you what she says.”
“All right,” said the little Scout.
Possibly in those two words lay the secret of the thing that made the little Scout so many friends; such an adorable little Scout. In the small person’s cosmos there was no time to argue. In training the Scouts the same teaching had been applied to personal experience. The Scout Master had learned how to obey. So Jamie watched the receding figure on the way to the car line, willing in one instance to take a girl’s job, because the “little duffer was so helpless.” Jamie smiled whimsically and started to interview Margaret Cameron.
