Tom Slade with the Colors

MISS ELLISON GREETED TOM WITH A MYSTERIOUS SMILE. Frontispiece —Page 27
Copyright, 1918, by GROSSET & DUNLAP

Tom Slade hoisted up his trousers, tightened his belt, and lounged against the railing outside the troop room, listening dutifully but rather sullenly to his scoutmaster.
All I want you to do, Tom, said Mr. Ellsworth, is to have a little patience—just a little patience.
A little tiny one—about as big as Pee-wee, added Roy.
A little bigger than that, I'm afraid, laughed Mr. Ellsworth, glancing at Pee-wee, who was adjusting his belt axe preparatory to beginning his perilous journey homeward through the wilds of Main Street.
Just a little patience, repeated the scoutmaster, rapping Tom pleasantly on the shoulder.
Don't be like the day nursery, put in Roy. All their trouble is caused by having very little patients .
Very bright, said Mr. Ellsworth.
Eighteen candle power, retorted Roy. I ought to have ground glass to dim the glare, hey?