"Dear me, I never saw so many old dandelions in my life!" exclaimed Juliet Lee, as she tugged mightily at a stubborn root. "Seems to me there are ten new weeds ready to spring up the moment we pull an old one out," grumbled Ruth Bentley, standing up to straighten her 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 a clod of loose earth from a large dandelion root, and threw the forty-sixth plant into a basket standing beside her. "You handled that root exactly as an Indian would a scalp before he ties it to his belt," laughed Joan Allison, another girl in the group of four so busily at work weeding a vast expanse of lawn. "Oh, me! I don't b'lieve we ever will earn enough money this way to pay our expenses in a Girls' Camp!" sighed Ruth, watching her companions work while she stood and complained. "Doesn't it seem foolish to waste these lovely summer days in weeding Mrs. Vernon's lawn, when we might be having glorious sport in a Girl Scouts' Troop?" "We'd never be admitted to a Patrol or Troop if we had to confess failure in pulling up little things like dandelions," ventured Elizabeth, without raising her eyes from her task.