school, or was it merely her own opinion? She met
the question fairly, searching her mind truthfully for an answer. At
last she found one: in the eyes of even unprejudiced observers, it must
appear to excel all other schools--_because of its Girl Scout troop_!

And so she replied to Alice's challenge with a description of the troop,
and of the big organization of which it was a part, telling of its
principles and its aims; relating stories of the hikes, the parties, the
good times with the Boy Scouts, and--best of all--of the wonderful
camping trip during the vacation. She told her about the contest, that
the very canoe in which they were sitting was a reward from the Girl
Scouts.

"So you see," concluded Marjorie, "you can have a great big aim here,
and you can begin right now to do such good work that you'll be a Scout
as soon as the first report comes out!"

"But----" said Alice slowly, dipping her hand idly into the water--"but
suppose I don't make it!"

Marjorie drew a quick breath. Suppose she did not! Suppose, like
herself, she should lose out! Then, in a flash, Marjorie became aware of
a great truth: the value of human suffering. Up to this time, she could
never quite see any good in her former disappointment; now she realized
that it made her akin to all the others in the world who had suffered
and would suffer again. She could understand, and she could comfort
Alice from the depths of her own experience, just as Miss Phillips had
comforted her.

"And if you missed out, you would try again!" she said, proceeding to
recount the story of her own failure, being careful, however, to leave
Ruth's part out of the narrative.

As the sun sank lower, the girls talked on, until Marjorie noticed that
it was time to dress for dinner. Alice seemed quite happy now, and even
smiled at the dirty smudges on her nose which she saw reflected in the
tiny mirror on the bottom of Marjorie's powder puff.

"I guess I was pretty silly," she admitted, as the girls strolled across
the campus together. "But my room-mate, Esther Taylor, never pays the
slightest attention to me, and I was pretty lonely. But I won't be
again." She smiled shyly up into Marjorie's face. "For I know now that I
have a friend."

"Indeed you have," assured the older girl, pressing her hand. "And you
have a big aim before you. I shall be terribly disappointed, Alice, if
you don't make the Girl Scout troop!"

"I _will_ make it!" she replied resolutely; a