On this table,
And comfort you
As I am able.”
“Billy
is a
first-class
scout”
“Well, you see, Sewing Bird,” began Mary Frances gratefully, “Mother is never very strong, and Father had to go to California on business; and he thought wouldn’t it be nice to take Mother with him. So I’m here at my dear Grandma’s for the long summer vacation; and brother Billy is camping with the Boy Scouts; Billy is a first-class scout, you know.”
“Yes,” said Sewing Bird, pretending to look wise, “they have them in Thimble Land.”
“Have what?” asked Mary Frances.
“Why, Boy Scouts, of course—in Thimble Land!”
“Thimble Land!” said Mary Frances; “my, that must be where the Thimble People come from! Where is it?”