"Absolutely, positively guaranteed," I told them; "a scout can be trusted."
So then we helped them off with their boat and their canoes, and they started across the lake in the dark. We said we'd paddle them over and then hike back through the woods, but they wouldn't let us, because there wasn't room enough and anyway, they said they wanted to show us that there were some things girls could do. They rowed and paddled pretty good, too; I have to admit it.
Pee-wee didn't go down to the shore with the rest of us, but just stood where he was, like a statue. He was in a kind of a trance, I guess.
As we came near him, Westy said, "Of course, they don't row very well, or paddle either, but they're trying. All they have to do is to try."
"Oh, sure," I said; "if you can't do a thing, just go ahead and do it anyway. You have to be resourceful. You have to have plenty of initials."
"Now you take making dressing for roast chicken, for instance," Connie said; "all you have to do is to know how. It's a cinch."
"And if you don't know how," I said; "do it anyway. It's as easy as pie."
"Oh, pie's a cinch," Wig said.
"Those girls will learn," I said; "they shouldn't get discouraged."
"They should be pitied, not blamed," Westy said.