to examine the trinket.

"No, it isn't gold, I think, but isn't it pretty?"

"Kinda," urging Dagmar along. "Say, kid, what is this anyway? A
stopover we've Struck? Are we going tonight or some other night?"

"I'll have to give this badge back."

"Why will you? Didn't you find it? Isn't it yours?"

"Of course not. It belongs to the girl who lost it."

"Oh, I see. That's why I should call you Georgianna Washington,"
with a note of scorn in her voice. "Well, if you want to go back,
and get some one to go out ringing the town bell with you, you may
find the nice little girl scout who lost her baby badge. As for
me--I'm going."

Sheer contempt now sounded unmistakably in the voice of the girl
called Tessie. She shook herself free from Dagmar, and darted
ahead with determination long delayed, and consequently more
forceful.

For a moment the young girl hesitated. She sort of fondled the
little scout badge in her hands, and might have been heard to
sigh, if a girl of her severely disciplined temperament ever
indulged in anything so weakly human as a sigh.

But as the fleeing girl more surely made her tracks to the