Tom could not help smiling.
“So you see I’ve been pretty busy since I’ve been here, too busy to talk to interviewers, hey? I’ve piled up thirteen since I’ve been here; that’s a little over six weeks. That isn’t so bad, is it?”
“It’s good,” Tom said, by no means carried away by enthusiasm.
“I thought you’d say so. So now I’ve got twenty and I know them all by heart. Want to hear me stand up in front of the class and say them?”
“All right,” Tom said.
“No sooner said than stung,” Hervey flung back at him. “Well, I’ve got first aid, physical development, life saving, personal health, public health, cooking, camping, bird study——”
“That’s a good one,” Tom said.
“You said it; and I’ve got pioneering, pathfinding, athletics, and then come the ten that I selected myself; angling, bugling, carpentry, conservation or whatever you call it, and cycling and firemanship and music hath charms, not, and seamanship and signaling. And two-thirds of the stalking badge. I bet you’ll say that’s a good one.”
“There’s one good one that you left out,” Tom said. “I thought you’d think of it on account of that last one.”
“You mean stalking?”