“Eight little boy scouts,
Glad there ain’t eleven.
One of them fell backward,
Then there were seven.”
Westy said, “If they have a row of wooden scouts up here with the words always on top underneath, that will make a good ad, hey? I wonder how much they’d pay us to sit here all the time?”
“Labor is very high,” I said; “about ten feet up. Maybe they’d give us some hats.”
“Everything is going up,” Westy said; “let’s go down.”
“Wait till the train goes by,” I said. “I’d like Mr. Cow to see us, or whatever his name is.”
Then Westy began singing:
“Oh, boy scouts they were nine
They were sitting on a sign.”
Then Dorry started,
“They do not fear a cop,
They always are on top.”