Dorry grabbed the top of the sign because the breeze was blowing a little. “I hope I don’t blow off like some hats,” he said.
The painter went away and we all sat there singing:
“Nine little boy scouts,
Asked to sit and wait.
One of them got blown off,
Then there were eight.”
CHAPTER XXXIV
A LITTLE BIT OFF THE TOP
We liked that verse so much that we made another one.