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Join young Juliet Lee and an entertaining cast of supporting characters as they put their gumption, wit and elbow grease to work to start their own Girl Scout troop. Even with the odds stacked against them, they learn valuable lessons about hard work and friendship along the way. Girl Scouts at Dandelion Camp is a delightful and instructive romp for young readers.

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Publié par	The Floating Press
Date de parution	01 novembre 2011
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781775454595
Langue	English

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GIRL SCOUTS AT DANDELION CAMP
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LILIAN ELIZABETH ROY

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Girl Scouts at Dandelion Camp First published in 1921 ISBN 978-1-77545-459-5 © 2011 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
Contents
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Chapter One - The Dandelion Patrol Chapter Two - An Unexpected Proposition Chapter Three - The Old Campsite Chapter Four - Beginning Their Camp Life Chapter Five - Ruth Meets with Difficulties Chapter Six - First Lessons in Scout Work Chapter Seven - Hepsy Joins the Scouts' Union Chapter Eight - Sunday Visitors Chapter Nine - The Cabinet Makers Chapter Ten - A Fourth of July Outing Chapter Eleven - In Bluebeard's Cave Chapter Twelve - An Unpleasant Surprise Chapter Thirteen - The Capture Chapter Fourteen - The Reward for Courage Chapter Fifteen - A Furniture Shower Chapter Sixteen - A Visit to Granny Dunstan's Cabin Chapter Seventeen - New Members Chapter Eighteen - The Scouts Meet John Dunstan
Chapter One - The Dandelion Patrol
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"Dear me, I never saw so many old dandelions in my life!" exclaimedJuliet Lee, as she tugged mightily at a stubborn root.
"Seems to me there are ten new weeds ready to spring up the moment wepull an old one out," grumbled Ruth Bentley, standing up to straightenher aching back.
"Forty-six for me! I'll soon have my hundred roots out for the day!"exulted Elizabeth Lee, Juliet's twin sister. As she spoke, she shook aclod of loose earth from a large dandelion root, and threw theforty-sixth plant into a basket standing beside her.
"You handled that root exactly as an Indian would a scalp before he tiesit to his belt," laughed Joan Allison, another girl in the group of fourso busily at work weeding a vast expanse of lawn.
"Oh, me! I don't b'lieve we ever will earn enough money this way topay our expenses in a Girls' Camp!" sighed Ruth, watching her companionswork while she stood and complained. "Doesn't it seem foolish to wastethese lovely summer days in weeding Mrs. Vernon's lawn, when we might behaving glorious sport in a Girl Scouts' Troop?"
"We'd never be admitted to a Patrol or Troop if we had to confessfailure in pulling up little things like dandelions," venturedElizabeth, without raising her eyes from her task.
"There you go—preaching, as usual!" retorted Ruth.
"Well, anyway, Mrs. Vernon said it wasn't so much what we did, or wherewe did it, as long as we always did the best we could; so I'm tryingmy best on these unfriendly weeds," added Elizabeth, generally calledBetty, for short.
"Pooh! Mrs. Vernon is an old preacher, too, and you copy her ineverything just because you haven't any mind of your own!" scorned Ruth,her face looking quite ugly for such a pretty girl.
Juliet, known familiarly as Julie, glanced over at her sister to see ifRuth's rude words hurt. Seeing Betty as happy-faced as ever, sheexchanged glances with Joan, who understood Ruth better than the girlunderstood herself.
To change the trend of the conversation, Joan now asked: "Has any onethought of a name for our club?"
"Yes, I proposed lots of them but Verny seemed to think they weremeaningless. I suppose she prefers a Latin or Greek name," Ruth jeered.
"Oh, not at all! She left it entirely to us to choose a name, but shethought we ought to select one that would fit," hastily explained Joan.
"I've got one—guess what?" exclaimed Betty, sitting back, and huggingher knees as she smiled questioningly at her friends.
The other girls puckered their brows and guessed all sorts of names,some so ridiculous that a merry chorus of laughter pealed across theglen; but finally, Betty held up a hand in warning and shouted:
"Halt! Halt! if you keep on this way, we'll never finish the weeds."
"Give up, then!" responded her companions.
"Dandelion Troopy!" exulted Betty.
"Troopy—why that 'y' at the end?" queried Joan.
"'Cause we can't be a regular 'Troop,' you know, while we have only fourmembers—Verny said the Scout Manual says so. As most infant ideas endwith a 'y,' I suggest that we end that way."
"Oh, Betty! I'm sure you don't want us to end there when we've but justbegun," laughed Julie.
Betty was about to explain her meaning when Ruth interrupted. "Goodgracious! Haven't we had enough of dandelions in this horrid job withoutreminding us forever of the work by calling ourselves by that name?"
"Well, I was thinking how pretty the name would look if Verny prints iton a board sign and paints yellow dandelions all about the words,"explained Betty, in an apologetic tone.
"It would look nice," added Joan, picking up a blossom and studying itcarefully.
"You know dandelions really are lovely! And they smell sweet, too. Butthey grow so freely, everywhere, that folks think they are weeds. Nowthey'd be considered wonderful if they were hard to cultivate," saidBetty, seriously.
"I fail to see beauty in the old things!" scorned Ruth.
"You fail to see beauty in lots of things, Ruth, and that's where youlose the best part of living," said a sweet voice from the pathway thatskirted the lawn.
"Oh, Verny! When did you get back?" cried three of the girls. Ruthturned away her face and curled her lips rebelliously.
"Oh, some time ago, but I went indoors to see if the banker had hismoney ready for my scouts," replied Mrs. Vernon, paying no attention toRuth's attitude.
"We were just talking of a name, Verny, and Betsy said she thought thename of 'Dandelion' was so appropriate," explained Joan.
"Betty thought a signboard with the name and a wreath of the flowerspainted on it would be awfully sweet," added Julie, eagerly.
"And I say 'Toad-stool Camp' with a lot of fungus plants painted aboutit would be more appropriate for this Troop's name!" sneered Ruth,wheeling around to face Mrs. Vernon. "We're sick of the sight ofdandelions."
Understanding Ruth's shortcomings so well, the girls paid no attentionto this remark, but Mrs. Vernon said: "I came out to see if you werealmost through with to-day's work."
"Seems as if we were awfully slow this afternoon, Verny, but we'll digall the faster now for having you here to boss us," said Julie.
"It's all because I stopped them to talk about a name," admitted Betty.
"Well, we were glad of the recess," laughed Joan.
"Come, come, then—let's make up for lost time!" called Julie, falling towith a zeal never before demonstrated by her.
The other girls turned and also began digging furiously, in order tocomplete the number of roots they were supposed to sell at one time. Nota word was spoken for a few moments, but Ruth groaned about herbackache, and sat up every few seconds to look at her dirt-smearedfingernails. Mrs. Vernon had to hide a smile and when she could controlher voice, said:
"I'll be going back to Vernon's Bank, girls, but as soon as you areready to cash in for the roots, go to the side porch. Then wash up inthe lavatory and meet me on the front verandah, where we'll havesomething cool to drink for such warm laborers."
"Um-m! I know what! You always do treat us the best!" cried Joan.
"With such an incentive before us, I shouldn't wonder but we'll be therebefore you are ready," added Julie, smacking her lips.
Mrs. Vernon laughed, then walked back to the house, and the girls dugand dug, without wasting any more time to grumble or talk. Even Ruthforgot her annoyances in the anticipation of having something good toeat and a cooling drink the moment she was through with her hundredweeds.
As usual, Betty completed her task before any of her companions, andRuth said querulously: "I don't see how you ever do it! Here I've workedas hard as any one but I only have sixty roots."
"I'll help you finish up so's we can get to the house," Betty offeredgenerously. And Ruth accepted her help without thinking to thank her.
"I know why Ruth always falls behind," commented Joan. "Betty may be a'prude' and a 'preacher' in Ruth's eyes, but she sure does persist inanything. I haven't heard her complain of, or shirk, a single thingsince we began this Scout plan. Ruth sits and worries over everythingbefore it happens, so she really makes her work hard from the moment sheever starts it."
"That's good logic, Joan," returned Julie. "Besides all that, I havewatched Betty work, and she seems to like it! Haven't you ever noticedhow fast and well you can do anything that you love to do?"
"You don't suppose I love to root out dandelions, do you?" demandedBetty, laughingly.
"Not exactly, but you try to see all the good points in them and thatmakes you overlook the horrid things," said Julie.
"Well, I wish Betty would show me the good points in a pan of potatoes,"said Joan. "I have to peel the 'taters every day, and I hate it! Manya time I have tried to fool myself into believing I like them—but I justcan't!"
The girls laughed heartily, and Julie added: "Next time you have to peelthem, begin to sing or speak a piece—that works like magic, because itturns your thoughts to other things."
"There now! Ruth's hundred are ready, too!" said Betty, tossing the lastfew roots into the basket.
Mr. Vernon was paymaster, and always contrived to have bright new coinson hand with which to pay his laborers. To-day he counted out thecorrect wage for each girl, and then said:
"That lawn must be almost cleaned up, eh?"
"Oh, Mr. Vernon! It's most discouraging!" cried Ruth.
"Yes—why?" asked Mr. Vernon, quizzically.
"Because we root out a place one day, and the next the young ones sproutup again."
"That looks as if you girls may bankrupt me before this contract iscomplet