again towards the station.

"Dear me!" exclaimed Tessie. "Haven't we had awful luck for a
start? Hope it won't follow us along."

"Well, the more we delay the more I want to go back home," Dagmar
replied rather timidly. "Tessie, I am afraid I will not be able to
look at things your way. I seem to have different ideas."

"Now, Daggie. Don't go getting scary. I don't care whether you
think my way or not. I won't fight about it. Let's hurry," and
with renewed protestations of real companionship, the older girl
grasped the arm of the younger, as if fearful of losing her hold
on the other's confidence.

"Oh, please don't call me Daggie," objected Dagmar, freeing
herself from the rather too securely pressed arm grasp. "You know
how I hate that. Always makes me feel like a daggar. Call me
Marrie. That's American, and I am an American, you know."

"All right, little Liberty. I'll call you Georgianna Washington if
you say so, Marrie. That's like putting on airs for Marie. But
just as you say," evidently willing to make any concession to have
the younger girl accept her own terms.

"Wait! My foot struck something," exclaimed Dagmar, just reaching
the spot where burnt matches left the trail of the girl scout
searchers. "There, I found the badge."

"Oh, let's look! Is it gold?" They stopped under the street lamp