This encouraged a laughing chorus as the float drifted out upon the lake.
“Come over and see us some time when you can’t stay.”
“If you happen to be passing we’ll be glad to see you—pass.”
“Remember, the other side of the lake is best for camping.”
“What’s the tin box for? Buried treasure?”
“Speech, speech!” half a dozen yelled.
“No hard feeling, is there?” one clear, earnest voice called. It was that of the new raving Raven, Billy Simpson. “You sure about plenty of fun?”
“Sure I’m sure,” Pee-wee shouted at the boy who had succeeded him in the patrol. He scorned to answer any of the others. “I’m pronouncing the world—”
“He means denouncing,” said a scout.
“Do you mean renouncing?” another called.