“Gee whiz, I’ve rescued maidens before,” he said.
“Maidens?”
“Sure, they’re the same as girls.”
“And when are we going to see a thrush?”
“Pretty soon I’ll find you one. The male ones are always handsomer than the female ones, that’s always the way it is. But that doesn’t mean I’m better looking than you. Gee whiz, you’re awful pretty, everybody says so.”
“Now you’re going to make me conceited. Is that boy in Snailsdale Manor good looking? The one with the suit of clothes?”
“Gee, I guess maybe you’d say so; he’s all dressed up; he has his handkerchief all sticking out of his pocket and everything. Scouts have no use for those things because they’re kind of wild.”
“Did you ask him to come down here and see you?”
“Naah, because he’s busy with the parade and the tennis match and a lot of things. Anyway, we’ll get up a float to beat the Snailsdale House, hey? I’ve got an inspiration. Do you know what that is?”
“I’m afraid we can’t decorate a float because we haven’t got any to decorate—”