Summary

Lilian Garis The Girl Scout Pioneers; Or, Winning the First B. C

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.
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Lilian Garis The Girl Scout Pioneers; Or, Winning the First B. C

Entering Flosston, Tessie felt more emotion than she expected to experience. That last night in the town, when she and Dagmar waited at the station; their dispute over the road they should take; the finding of the badge, and the return of the girl scouts in search of it: all this surged over her like a cloud, covering the bright sunshine that danced through the trees.
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Lilian Garis The Girl Scout Pioneers; Or, Winning the First B. C

Good luck, Scout Bandit—
"THE VICTIM." "There!" exclaimed Madaline, "only an educated man could write that!"
"But many wicked men are wonderfully educated!" Grace insisted on worrying.
"He seems jolly," mused Cleo.
"All tramps joke," said Grace.
"Well, if you want a tramp, have one," laughed Cleo. "We won't mind,
Gracie."
"I'm not Gracie, and I hate tramps. I tried to be nice to one when I was a little girl. Mother was giving him pie and coffee, and I said it was hard for men to be tramps. He turned right around and hissed: 'You're too gabby!' That's the way tramps appreciate kindness."
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