“We wouldn’t care if it was lying down as long as we had it,” Roy said.
“We’d like some assessments,” Pee-wee said.
“You mean assets,” Doc Carson laughed.
“It’s the same only different,” said Roy.
“What we want is a few standing capitals, and some small letters and a couple of surpluses.”
“Deficits are good; did you ever hear of those?” Pee-wee asked.
“We need about eighty-five cents and fifty dollars,” Roy said. “I guess we’ll start a drive only we haven’t got any horse. Maybe we can catch some goldfish down there and sell them for old gold. We should worry.”
Mr. Bennett said, “Well now, you scouts ought to be able to raise some funds. You seem to raise pretty nearly everything else.”
“We raise the dickens,” Grove Bronson said.
“We ought to be able to sell some stock,” Roy said. “We’ve got some rolling stock down there–one car. Only it doesn’t roll. Who wants to buy some stock in the Riverside Scout Camp? Watered stock, we dip it in the river.”