Girl Scouts Series, Volume 3
The Girl Scout's Triumph
or
Rosanna's Sacrifice
BY Katherine Keene Galt
THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY
CHICAGO AKRON, OHIO NEW YORK
MADE IN U. S. A.
Copyright, MCMXXI, by
THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY
THEGIRL SCOUTS SERIES
1 THE GIRL SCOUTS AT HOME
2 THE GIRL SCOUTS RALLY
3 THE GIRL SCOUT'S TRIUMPH
Claire was lying there on the rug, and Claire was crying.Rosanna slid from her bed and ran across the room.
THE GIRL SCOUT'S TRIUMPH
CHAPTER I
The red-haired girl stared fixedly out of the window. There was nothingto look at but black night, and the light from within turned the glassinto a dusky mirror where her image was clearly reflected. But shestared at it unseeingly, busy with her thoughts.
She was very early, but in fifteen minutes or so the Girl Scouts wouldcommence to arrive. It was something of an ordeal to face the strangersand she had planned to be the first one in the room. She thought it adistinct advantage to meet them so rather than to enter the room feelingthat the fifteen or twenty pairs of eyes were all noting her and thebrains belonging to them were registering the usual formula, "Goodness,what red hair!"
She never could see why people always spoke of her hair. Certainly therewere redder heads, and her heavy, waving locks were always perfectlycared for, glossy and brushed with careful attention. She pulled thelong braid over her shoulder and looked at it. The braid was thickerthan her wrist, and when unbound it reached nearly to her knees. Almostpetulantly she swung it behind her and turned her eyes toward the windowagain. They were queer eyes, a strange sea-green in color, and theirblack lashes and straight brows gave them a dark and broodingexpression. She was pale, but it was not a wholesome pallor. She lookedlike a girl whose hours were not good, who sat up too late, and ate thewrong kinds of food. Her supple slender hands were bare except for alittle finger ring of green jade set in silver. Her wrist-watch showedits tiny face from the center of a silver and jade bracelet. She worethe jewel pushed far up her sleeve.
The door opened, and a tiny figure in the uniform of the Scout Captainentered. The red-haired girl, still staring into the night, did notbother to turn, and with a long glance at the unfamiliar and unfriendlyback the little lady who had just entered advanced to the table in thecenter of the room and arranged the papers lying there. Occasionally shedirected a puzzled glance toward the girl at the window, but silencefilled the big room and the resolute shoulders showed no sign ofcuriosity or embarrassment. The little lady at the table smiled. She waswell aware that the girl at the window, looking into the dark pane as ina looking-glass, was watching her closely. She frowned suddenly at thegirl's rudeness, then smiled and went on with her task.
A little later the door opened and a laughing, chattering group entered.Then and not until then did the red-haired girl rise and advance.
The girls stared, and the stranger's lip curled. Her red hair! It wasalways so. Walking slowly toward the table, she started to give aperfunctory salute, a salute which changed character and became snappyenough as she felt her gaze held