The Girl Scouts' Good Turn

to the class presidency. Lily Andrews was not a girl who was naturally popular like Doris Sands, or Marjorie hersel

ared at Miss Allen's-extravagantly overdressed, noticeably fat, and crude in every respect. She had smil

gant taste, had resolutely trained herself down by self-denial, and had even done creditably in athletics, she was greatly admired. Besides this, Lily Andrews was genuine-and so loyal! Moreov

all at once. She walked out of the room with Marjorie's arm a

om Lily sank down into a chair

?" she cried. "I'm not the stuff pres

-or you wouldn't

o nominate you; but before I had a chance, Barbara moved that the nomina

gly, as if she were already bowed do

ll you," laughed Marjorie. "You

urprised girl when she heard I got it? I could

nyone disappointed, Ruth had been so over-confident, and so scornful of Lily the preceding

Lil," she said. "I'd advise

" This in co

ow Ruth well enough to realize that when she is disappointed, she often gets spiteful. So, if

forth by her room-mate. She nodded her h

se, thought of consulting Doris, and I suppose I

an to autumn. The windows all over the school were wide open; the sound of lawn-mowers could be

thought of her official duties, Lily Andrews decided to devote the

eautiful prize she had won at the summer camp. What could possibly be more delightful than an afternoon spent in paddling and drifting about the lake,

ld give herself up to her own drowsy imaginings. For she had many happy things to think about. That very morning she had received a letter-nothing thrilling in it, but just an interesting, boyish account of activities at Princeton-whose signature had made her heart

nly to remember, when she had gone half of the di

er think of taking the canoe, and it would be so much less trouble. And I'd prob

hrough the trees, to the little lake. Th

l object had never lost its charm. She wondered whether she was selfish in enjoying it alone, but dismissed

iding motion of the canoe were in perfect harmony with the girl's mood and the quiet, peacef

l to dreaming that he suddenly appeared on the edge of the lake, and that they spent the afternoon together. But whe

bank, for there immediately followed a gasp, and

lled, softly. "Can I

mer dress bore evidence of a careless position, and her tear-stained cheeks of weeping. It was Alice Endicott, the li

jorie, in surprise. "W

he girl forlornly.

ect. Nothing really was the matter, and yet everything

begged Alice to get in. Hardly knowing what she was about, the

Ruth, obviously so popular, had totally neglected her, and when her own room-mate, Lily Andrews, had seemed impossible. Remorseful, too, b

bbed Alice, with her ha

"Please give us another chance

sis than Marjorie thought her capable of. "You're

ive us all, Alice; we didn't realize how you felt. Won't you, please-a

Marjorie's sincerity in assuming the blame herse

e that I can't get i

her own opinion? She met the question fairly, searching her mind truthfully for an answer. At last she found one: i

rinciples and its aims; relating stories of the hikes, the parties, the good times with the Boy Scouts, and-best of all-of the wonderful camp

aim here, and you can begin right now to do such good work t

ing her hand idly into the wate

man suffering. Up to this time, she could never quite see any good in her former disappointment; now she realized that it made her akin to all the others in the world w

oceeding to recount the story of her own failure, being ca

ess for dinner. Alice seemed quite happy now, and even smiled at the dirty smudges on her

my room-mate, Esther Taylor, never pays the slightest attention to me, and I was pretty lonely. But

d. "And you have a big aim before you. I shall be terribly

replied resolutely; an

," urged Marjorie, as Alice turned t

you'll get tired o

nd remember-you

door of her room, "that Ruth may block my plans, but she c