“Sprouts and scouts,” said Roy.
“When you write up your account don’t forget to put down about my talking to that girl,” said Pee-wee.
“Oh I’ll put everything down, don’t you worry,” said Warde, clearly elated at the thought that the coveted badge was as good as won. “Do you think I’m going to have Mr. E. going over the ground and putting anything over on me? Not so you’d notice it.”
“I bet Blythe will be glad,” said Roy.
“Oh boy! Won’t he!” vociferated Pee-wee. “I can just see him smiling when I tell him about it,” said Warde.
“He knows a lot about scouting since he met me,” Pee-wee informed them. “Anyway, maybe we killed two birds with one stone, hey? Maybe that fellow’s mother will get the letter and we know Warde is a first class scout.”
“That shows what kind of a scout you are,” said Roy; “throwing stones at birds.”
“You’re crazy,” Pee-wee said, “that’s an adverb.”
“You mean a proverb,” said Roy. “A lot you know about grammar; you don’t know the difference between a proposition and an injunction. He thinks Boys’ Life is a musical instrument because it’s the scouts’ official organ. You’re lucky not to be wished onto the Ravens,” he said to Warde.
“I’m a full scout, that’s all I’m thinking of,” Warde laughed.