And Betty, raising a transfigured, tremulous face, gazed straight into the heart of the setting sun.

“Yes, I’ll be waiting,” she whispered to herself.  “Oh, Allen, come back to me—­come back to me—­soon—­”

And so, in the midst of stirring scenes, with martial music always ringing in their ears, with pride in the past and courage in the future, we once more wave farewell to our Outdoor Girls.