The scoutmaster just said, “You don’t forget your good turns when you’re crazy, do you?”
“Crazy good turns,” I said. “What’s the difference?”
“No difference,” the scoutmaster said.
“It’s all a part of the game,” Warde said; “good turns and all. We jumble everything all up together.”
“That’s a good way,” the scoutmaster said.
Gee, those scouts just kept looking at their scoutmaster, waiting, anxious like. And all the while Hervey, with his hat on the side of his head, sat straddling the peak of the garage, humming:
Don’t start to go back if it freezes or snows,
Don’t weaken or flunk or suggest or oppose;
Your job is to follow and not to suppose.
He said that last line good and loud.