On account of going fast hop-toads have to have sticks in their mouths.
I’m going to try to get tents near where the Robins were before the other fellows chased them away.
When the train stopped at North Deadham, the girls of the Humane Committee saw descending from it a diminutive figure clad in khaki, and Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like him. His scout report book bulged out of his pocket, his jack-knife and his compass and his can-opener jangled in a kind of martial tune, his step was the step of a conqueror. Beneath his flapping scout hat his curly hair showed and upon his face was a frown, a terrible frown, the frown of a hero.
The only discordant note in the martial figure that he presented was the stick of lemon candy which he was sucking. During his ride various articles, chiefly edible, had been left upon his lap for inspection, and he bought them all, and they now bulged and protruded here and there upon his scout attire.
Removing the stick of lemon candy from his mouth, he contemplated the girls who had come to meet him, uttered the single word “Hello” and replaced the candy in his mouth.
“Did you ever in your life?” gasped Sympathea.
“He is certainly not an elephant,” said Dorothy.
“Or a Daniel Boone or a Buffalo Bill,” chimed in Miss Kindheart.
“I’d rather be myself than them,” said Pee-wee.
“Yes, why?” asked one of the reception committee anxiously.