But just wait. Hush! There's that crowd of nifty-nice, preachy,
snippy scout girls. Duck, or they'll be on our trail," and she
dragged her companion around the corner of the high fence, where,
in the shadow of its bill-posted height they crouched, until the
laughing, happy girls of True Tred Troop, just out from their
early evening meeting at Sunset Hall, over the post-office, had
passed down into Elm Street.

"I think they saw us," whispered Dagmar, "I heard one girl say
some one was hiding by the signboard."

"We should worry," flippantly replied Tessie. "I guess they are
too busy thinking about their old wigwagging to notice mill
girls."

"Oh, you're mean, Tessie. I think they are real nice. They always
say hello to me."

"That's because you are pretty," snubbed the older girl, with
something like common spite in her voice.

"Here they come back! Guess they lost something."

"We'd better be moving the other way, then. Pshaw! We will sure be
late if they keep up their trailing around. Come along. Just be so
busy talking to me they won't get a chance to give you their
lovely hello. It would be all up with us if they spied us." With a
persuasion not entirely welcome to Dagmar, Tessie again dragged
her along, this time turning away from the dim lights that showed
through the window of Flosston station.