“He’s always thinking about shows,” Warde said.
I said, “To show you how dumb he is, when he didn’t win the first aid badge he said he was going to try for the second aid badge. When he was trying for the life saving medal he thought a daring feat couldn’t be performed with his arms. He thought only colored scouts could try for the blacksmith badge. And to show you——”
“Hurry, before he finishes the jelly cone he’s eating,” Brent said. “I can feel the earth shaking under me.”
“You’ve only got about five seconds,” Hervey said to me.
Gee whiz, it was a race with Pee-wee’s mouth. He was getting the jelly cone out of the way to start a converted attack, or a concerted attack, or whatever you call it.
“Give him another one—quick,” I said. Marjorie handed him a couple of cones to keep him busy; she was laughing so hard she couldn’t speak.
I said, “Just to show you how dumb he is, he thinks that a Star Scout is one who has won the astronomy badge. He thinks that the Raven Patrol that he’s in is named after him, because he’s always raving; I’ll leave it to Brent.”
Brent said, “Alas, it’s true. All joking aside, an Eagle Scout came from Brooklyn last summer——”
“I don’t blame him,” Hervey said.
“That’s neither here nor there,” Brent said.