The Girl Scouts of the Round Table

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rink like some f

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cold plume, and

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ere the wail

ages of the book she had been r

ed to pay any attention in the past hour20 was a hot bed of glowing ashes. The lamp w

and she would have finished reading Tennyson's "Idylls o

erself upon the couch drawn near the fire and had done her best to sleep. On both

epeated them aloud to fortify her courage. Notwithstanding, she continued

n. In the beautiful library at the Fenton house she frequently prepared her school lessons for the following day. Oftentimes in search of a special

thusiastic a reader as several other girls in her Patrol of Scouts. But there were certain stori

he loved to read whatever creat

ntire group of poems until to-night; only listened to an occasional extract or quotation recited

Sir Galahad and his search for the Holy Grail, painted by a great

een her own vision, and be

weary and

e was wearing a warm crims

romptly Tory fell asleep. The sleep was not particularly heavy. Certainly she was listening for a sound outside that might announce the return of Memory

es and tournaments. Never far away was the thought of her own Girl Scout organization. Prosaic though it might appear to some persons, for Tory it held endless

d was escorting Miss Frean to the little House in the Woo

he knight must have ridden his horse up to the front door.

last sat up on the

e sun outside was making a white magic on the sn

r, with regard to the nois

e cold floor in her stockinged feet, w

r hand was on the knob wh

oned clock that hung above the ma

one; scarcely could she ima

during her long vigil. Never had she read so much and for

you?" the girl'

ng itself against the door so that th

e window. More fully awake and with dayligh

it had ceased to fall. The morning air was clear and shining. T

he frosted glass, Tory

nded from the door to the window. The c

the neighborhood and was an especial friend of Miss

outs had expected. Apparently the Emperor regarded only a few persons with25 affection. The c

the rare gift possessed by few persons and most

he Emperor. Troubled by the first heavy snowstorm of the w

ors. He was a Great Dane and she reeled slightly when he threw

ed him down was not

g gown, the property of Miss Frean, which Tory was still w

on, or was under the impres

orm. The Emperor had come to the one person he knew who was sure to give aid. He had come to seek M

lipped on her shoes and overshoes, a

any movement of his body, but always with t

t when, dressed for the

a stern reality? Was discretio

he the power to render? Yet to fail to do what she could was less possible. Not only to her principles as a Girl Scout would

lowliest act in doing it,'"27 Tory quoted to herself, as s

and caught

Save for the footprints of the dog, there was no track anywhere of man or beast; the path had completely vanished. To step out into the unpac

ess of the early winter morning Tory bel

ed to sympathize and understand her uncertainty once she had

with tears of surprise and relief,

painstakingly toward the House in the

e called out. "I have been worrying about you a

and Tory smiled

not so sure. At first I thought I never would be able to make the long walk out here. There was no other way at pres

at would you think if I tell you that I spent the entire night alone in the House in the Woods? Memory Frean

r. Fenton inquired, with more anxiety in

he situation, when the Emperor, whom they had almost forgotten,29

once underst

helplessly. Immediately the girl braced herself to meet the conditions inte

rvived the night as well as I have, we can drive slowly, following the Emperor. If anyone has been ove