Summary

Margaret Vandercook The Girl Scouts in Beechwood Forest

I did not dream that any one of our Girl Scout Troop could dance as you do. I am sure Kara must have enjoyed watching you. So you will forgive my not having told you we were near.”
The girl in the wheeled chair lifted her head.
“I wonder, Tory, why you think I enjoy seeing another person dance? Isn’t it hard enough to sit everlastingly watching you walking, swimming, doing whatever you wish, while I am more helpless than a baby? Naturally it affords me especial joy to behold another girl who can do all these other things and dance like a wood nymph besides!”
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Margaret Vandercook The Girl Scouts in Beechwood Forest

Teresa looks more like a pretty doll than the model of Greek faithfulness and propriety.”
Dorothy looked puzzled.
“Teresa told me herself, Lance. She told me she had met you two or three times by accident and you had talked to each other for a little while. She seemed to feel she ought to speak of it to me and to Miss Mason. Teresa is a dear, but she isn’t as clever as some of the other girls and I don’t think you would ever care to be very intimate friends. She never could understand you as Tory and Louise do. You did tell Teresa she was to be chosen for Penelope, didn’t you?”
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Margaret Vandercook The Girl Scouts in Beechwood Forest

Kara was right.”
Tory had placed her hands on the back of the wheeled chair and was about to move on, when again a querulous voice interrupted:
“Oh, no, let us not go at once. You are always tiring yourself to death for me these days. Don’t think I never overhear Miss Mason and the other girls speaking of it, Tory. One learns to hear more than one should in my position. I was not always an eavesdropper. Neither did I suppose you would have to be a martyr for my sake, Tory. I wish you would try not to be; a martyr is a noble character, but one does not wish one for a constant companion.”
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