Natalie was too curious to inspect the up-stairs, now, to remain longer in the kitchen, so she ran away, followed by Mrs. James. Rachel was too engrossed with the idea of preparing a luncheon on the nice kitchen range to bother about up-stairs.

On the wide landing of the main stairs Mr. Marvin had had made a cushioned window-seat, so that one could sit and look out over the kitchen gardens and beyond the fields, to the woodland that bordered the stream at the extreme end of the farm. Past the woodland on the farther side of the river rose a pretty green hill, similar to the one the house stood upon.

"Isn't this view just glorious?" cried Natalie, as she dropped upon the seat and gazed enrapt at the scene.

After resting for some time in the window-seat, the young owner sighed and started up the rest of the stairs to the chamber floor. Here she inspected the various rooms with the old four-posted beds and high-boys, then came to a large, low-ceiled corner-room that had a similar view as had from the landing, of the side and back sections of the farm, with the woodland and stream beyond.

"Oh, how darling!" cried Natalie, seeing that all her favorite furnishings were arranged here. "This must be mine."

"It is, dear. Mr. Marvin said he wanted you to have the best room with all your beloved objects around you. Here you can read, or sew, or plan for your estate," said Mrs. James smiling gently at the pleased girl.

While Natalie rocked in the comfortable sewing-chair that she remembered her mother had preferred to all others, Rachel was heard coming to the foot of the stairs. She called authoritatively, "You-all hurry right down to dis fine lunch what I got ready! Dat range bakes like Ole Ned-an' I got jus' de fines' pop-overs you eveh saw'd!"

"Um! That sounds tempting, Jimmy! Let's run," laughed Natalie.

While the two sat down at the round mahogany table that would easily seat ten, Rachel stood in the pantry door with her hands folded over her expansive figure. She smiled indulgently when Mrs. James praised the brown disks of hot bread just from the oven, and then went back to the kitchen.

The afternoon was spent in walking about the farm and planning various wonderful things: the vegetable gardens; the place where Miss Mason proposed having her camp for the Girl Scouts; selecting the best pasture if Mr. Marvin would consent to their having a cow. Then the out-buildings had to be examined in order to ascertain if they were in good enough order to house a cow, and a pig, and chickens.

It was evening before Natalie dreamed it, and they turned toward the house with appet.i.tes that made them as ravenous as any half-starved tramp. But Rachel was ready for them, and Natalie ate a supper such as she had not enjoyed in years. Mrs. James watched with pleasure, for the air and change had already worked a great good in the girl.

The sun was setting over the woodland when Natalie came from the dining-room. She sat down on the step of the side piazza to admire the scene, when Mrs. James joined her, carrying two books.

"Oh, I wondered where those Scout books were," remarked Natalie, taking one from her friend. "Are you going to read yours now?"

"Yes, and I thought you would like to, too. We can sit and enjoy the cool of the evening, and discuss anything in the book that you do not understand."

After reading eagerly for some time, Natalie said: "I see here in the section of the book that is devoted to forming a Patrol or Troop, that each Patrol has a Leader, and also a Corporal to a.s.sist her. These offices are held through votes cast by the Scouts, and each one of these officers holds her position until another election.

"But there can be no Patrol until there are eight girls banded together to form one. How could we five girls expect to start a unit when we haven't enough girls to begin with?"

"Miss Mason suggested that, after she opens the camp on the river land, you girls might attend one of the meetings of her Scouts and, if you like the work, join her Patrol until you have enough members with you to branch out and organize one of your own. This will not only give you girls a good beginning in the work, but also help her girls to charter a Troop."

"When will this be, Jimmy, if Miss Mason's girls can't get away before July 1st?"

Mrs. James laughed. "I'm sure I don't know, dear. Miss Mason will be better able to tell us that important point."

"Well, at least I have the book that I can read and find out what Girl Scouts are supposed to do. Then I will be able to go right along when we do join Miss Mason's girls."

"That's a good ambition, Natalie, and let the future take care of itself. You only have to take one step at a time, you know, and no human being ever lives more than one moment at a time. But how many of us plan for the future and worry about to-morrow or next week! People would stop worrying and h.o.a.rding if they understood the only right way to think and live."

Natalie smiled, for she knew Mrs. James desired to help humanity stop its worries. So she said nothing but continued her reading of the Manual. When she reached page 60, Section VII, and began reading about the tests for Girl Scouts, she exclaimed: "Oh, now I see what I can do!"

Mrs. James looked up from her copy and waited to hear.

"I can learn and recite to you the Scout Promise and the Scout Laws, as is requested in this section. I can acquaint myself with the Scout Salute, and when to use it. I can memorize the Scout Slogan and the Motto, and learn how respect to our Flag is expressed. All these other things I can study and know, so that I can stand up before Miss Mason's girls and answer any questions on this section that are asked me."

"Yes, Natalie, and you can also practice making knots, as mentioned here; learn the Scout exercises in every way; become proficient in making a fire, cook decent food, make a bed properly, demonstrate your sewing, and all the other things requested of a Scout for the tests,"

added Mrs. James.

The two readers became so interested in the books that they failed to notice how dim the light was growing, until Rachel came to the side door and exclaimed at seeing them with noses buried in "Scouting for Girls."

"Laws'ee! Ef dem books tell you-all to spile yoh eyes like-a-dis, den I ain't got no use foh 'em. Come right along in, now, and set by a lamp an' read-ef yoh gotta finish de hull book in one night!"

Mrs. James looked up, laughed, and placed a hand over Natalie's page.

"Rachel is quite right! Here we are trying to read by twilight that would forbid anyone with common sense to attempt such a thing."

"I've reached a thrilling place in the book, Jimmy! Can't I just finish this chapter?" begged Natalie.

"Certainly, but not out here. Let us go indoors and use the table-light."

Rachel had gone in and the lights were switched on, so Natalie ran in to enjoy the engrossing page.

"What is the chapter you are so interested in, dear?" asked Mrs. James, as they settled down in cozy comfort to continue their reading.

"Oh, this chapter called 'Woodcraft.' It is so wonderful to one who never dreamed of such things being in the woods!"

"My! But you must have read very quickly to have reached the thirteenth section already. I have only read up to the ninth," returned Mrs. James.

Natalie laughed. "To tell the truth, Jimmy, I skipped some of the chapters that looked dry and educational. I saw the pictures of these mushrooms, and the little creatures of the wood, and I glanced at the opening words of the chapter. After that, I kept right on, and couldn't stop."

Mrs. James smiled and shook her head. "That is a bad habit to form-skipping things that _seem_ dry and hard to do."

Natalie heard the gentle rebuke but smiled as she read the woodcraft chapter to its end. Then, instead of repenting of the habit of "skipping," she turned the pages of the book and read where she found another interesting chapter. This happened to be Section XVI on a Girl Scout's Garden. She read this part way through and then had a brilliant idea.

"Jimmy! Janet Wardell says I ought to start a vegetable garden at once, and not only raise enough for us all to live on this summer, but have some to send to the city to sell to my friends."

"I spoke to Rachel about that plan, Natalie, and she is of the same opinion: we really ought to garden and thus save cost of living."

"You know, Jimmy, that Janet is crazy over the war-garden she had for two years, and she told me it was the most fun! Digging and seeding down the soil, and weeding or harvesting was as much fun as playing croquet or tennis,-and a lot more remunerative. But then Janet always was ambitious. We all say she should have been a boy instead of a girl-with her go-a-headness."

"I don't see why a boy should be accredited with all the ambitions, and energy, or activity of young folks!" protested Mrs. James. "Girls are just as able to carry on a successful career as a boy,-and that is one thing the Girl Scouts will teach the world in general,-there is no difference in the Mind, and the ambitions and work that that Mind produces, whether it be in boy or girl. So I'm glad Janet is so positive a force with you four girls: she will urge you to accomplish more than you would, if left to your own indolent devices."

"I'll grant you that, Jimmy, but let's talk about the possibilities of a garden, without losing any more time. Do you think we might start in at once? To-morrow, say?"

"Of course we can! In fact, I wrote our next-door neighbor, Mr. Ames, to bring his plough and horse in the morning and turn over the soil so we could see what its condition is."

"Goody! Then I will start right in and raise vegetables and by the time the girls come down, I ought to have some greens growing up to show them!" cried Natalie.

Mrs. James laughed. "I'm not so sure that seeds will grow so quickly as to show green tops in two weeks. You must remember that ploughing, cleaning out stones and old weeds, then raking and fertilizing the soil, will take several days. By the time the seeds are planted it will have taken a week. In ten days more, we shall have the girls with us. So our vegetables will be wonders if they pop up in ten days' time."

"Well-anyway-I can point out all that has been done in that time, and explain why the greens do not show themselves," argued Natalie.

Mrs. James nodded, smilingly, to keep Natalie's ambition alive. It was the first time in all the time she had known the girl that she had found her eagerly planning anything that was really constructive and beneficial to everyone. And especially would it prove beneficial to herself, for working in the open air, and digging in the ground, would be the best tonics she could have. And the slender, undersized, morbid girl needed just such tonic.

So Mrs. James laid aside her book and devoted the rest of the evening to the plans for a fine truck garden.

In half an hour the two had sketched a rough diagram for the garden, following the picture given in the Scout book. "All around the outside of the rows of vegetables, I want to plant flowers, so it will be artistic as well as useful," said Natalie.