CHAPTER XVIII
THE LITTLE LORD'S CONFESSION
It was all over. Nora had been made a Girl Scout. To celebrate theenrollment Jerry and Ted gave a "large party" at the Nest, and of allher memorable social functions, this to Nora seemed most delightful.
Every one came, even Becky the patrol leader, and in their uniforms allfreshly pressed out, the white summer blouse being allowed for thefestive occasion, the party looked quite novel, and the girls had awonderful time, dancing, playing games and inventing new fun provokersat every turn. Nora as the guest of honor was honored indeed, andaccepted her compliments most gracefully.
"It was all a matter of opportunity," said Ted aside to Jerry, referringto Nora's change of heart. "She is just as good a Scout as any of them."This was a proud boast.
"The woods are full of them," said Jerry the champion of all girls,Scouts and near Scouts. "Just give them the chance."
But up in her own room Nora was pondering. "It's just like gettingmarried," she reflected. "That is, I guess it is," she amended wisely."One must clear up every secret and fix all the old troubles when onegets married, and one must clear up all the old worries and secrets whenshe joins the Scouts," concluded the systematic, little self-appointedconscience cleaner.
There was that matter of the prince. Never did Alma mention it nor neverdid Nora hear any of the other Scouts refer to it without feelingguilty.
"I just ought to tell Alma the whole truth," she was now deciding. Itwas the day after the great event.
But came the thought of Alma's certain surprise that she, Nora, her truefriend and confidante, should have deceived her so long.
Pride did not melt into humility with the bestowing of the pretty Scoutemblem, so Nora did not see her way clear to tell that silly story ofher Lord Fauntleroy escapade. She was repeating her Scout promise "To domy duty to God and Country and to help others at all times," and shementally made the promise again.
"To help others." That clause charged her. Was she helping Alma? Did shenot know, really, that the one glimpse of the person in velvets had leftkind and considerate little Alma guessing ever since, and also that ithad put her in a ridiculous position with her companions?
"I know, I'll write her a letter." The inspiration satisfied, and thusstarted the most remarkable correspondence--but let others tell it.
"She got a letter!" exclaimed Wyn.
"What's wonderful about that?" asked Betta.
"It's from the prince, that's what," declared the first speaker.
"Prince!"
"The very same," chimed in Treble, stretching her long self from thebench to the boat swing.
"What nonsense!" scoffed Betta. "Alma may be romantic, but she is notcrazy." (Lucia to the contrary.)
"Just ask her," suggested Wyn. "She's hugging that letter as tight astu' pence. I always told you Alma was madly in love----"
"Hush!" Doro's warning suspended operations along that line. Alma wasupon them.
"Letter?" asked Wyn, innocently.
"Yes, and if you like you may read it. It's from----"
"The prince?" blurted Treble, shooting her hand out.
"I'm corporal," said Thistle, pompously. "Let me have it, dear."
"Perhaps I should read it myself," said Alma, pettishly, thus prolongingthe agony. "It is so--personal."
"Yes, do," begged Wyn, coiling and uncoiling in sheer expectancy.
"Here's a seat," offered Betta.
"The sun's there," warned Thistle amiably. "Take this seat, Alma," andshe moved over so generously, the bench all but tipped end on end.
Every one waited. Alma took out her letter--it was in her crocheted bagand one could see how she treasured it.
What a thrill!
But Treble pinched Betta and almost spoiled the start.
"I received it this morning," said Alma, "and, of course, it didn't comethrough the mail."
"How?" asked Wyn.
"Jimmie!" replied Alma.
"Oh-o-o-o-oh!"
The shout was mortifying, Betta came to the rescue.
"Jimmie isn't your prince--Alma?" she asked sweetly.
"Jimmie!" Alma's tone was caustic. "As if that freckled face----"
"Here! Easy on the Jimbsy!" warned Treble. "He's a perfectly fine littleScout, and if ever this patrol extends to co-ed----!"
"Let Alma read her letter," ordered Thistle, the corporal.
"How'd you say you got it?" persisted Wyn.
"Jimmie brought it."
"Where did he get it?" again asked the irrepressible Wyn.
"He was pledged not to tell, but just see the stationery." The envelopewas passed around; all commented favorably.
"You see," began Alma, "this was written as a confession."
The older girl shouted again. Treble nudged Wyn almost off the bench.
"Don't mind them, Alma, I'm listening," said Betta sharply.
"Oh, we all are," chimed in Doro.
Alma folded her letter. "If you are--going to--tease----" she faltered.
"Here!" yelled Thistle, quite uncorporal like, "The very first one thatspeaks will be dumped into the lake. Proceed Alma."
From that point things went along better. Again Alma looked promising.
"As I said, the letter is a confession." Then ignoring a number ofsubdued interruptions, she went on. "It is signed 'Your loving prince.'"
Could you blame them for howling?
"Your loving--prince!!!!" repeated Wynnie. "And is there a Jimbsy tothat?"
"I told you," said the offended Alma, "the only thing Jimmie had to dowith it was to deliver it."
"So far as you know," interjected Doro, "But Jimmie is a far-sightedlad."
"Let me read it, Alma," said Thistle in desperation. "I can't see whysome girls can't have more manners."
"And why some can't have some?" retaliated Treble.
"Once more, shall I read it?" asked Alma, sighing.
"You shall," declared Betta. "The first one that interrupts---- Oh, Isay girls, it is almost time for drill. Have some sense and let's hearit."
Murmurs approved.
"'I feel constrained to write this, dear,'" Alma actually read,"'because I feel I have done you a great injustice.'" (Moans.)
"'After you saw me and I fleed----'" Alma paused. "He means flew, ofcourse."
This started another outburst, and what he didn't mean by "fleed" simplywasn't worth meaning.
"Go ahead, Alma, we know he--fleed," prompted Betta.
"'After I ran'" (prudent Alma), "'I never had the courage to make myselfknown to you,'" she perused. "'But when I heard your companions tauntyou----'"
"There! Taunting her! I told you to be good----" Wyn's interruption wasinevitable.
"It is no use in my trying to be sociable," said the sensitive Alma."But I thought you would all be interested."
"There is not much more to read," announced the popular member. "He justsays that soon--soon he will come."
"Oh, joy!" shouted Doro, rolling over in the grass. "Let me know intime!"
"They're just idiots, Alma. Come on with me and leave them to guess therest," proposed the astute Betta, the confidante of girls. "_I_ want tohear it if nobody else does."
Without even a giggle they jumped up and seized Alma. One could not besure whose arm was most restraining, but she changed her mind aboutgoing with Betta. Instead she opened the famed sheet again and read:
"'My conscience has troubled me ever since, dear, but I was forced to doas I did. Drop your answer----'" She paused. "I don't intend to readthat part," she calmly announced, and no amount of coaxing would induceher to relent. No one should know where the letter to the prince was tobe mailed, Alma was determined on that point at least.