“Same thing, only different,” said Roy.
“I guess we all believe in the khaki,” said Mr. Ellsworth, “only we know it’s not the khaki that makes the scout.”
“Any more than it’s the pants that make the panther, or the badge that makes the badger,” said Roy. “I vote for Tom to buy a suit and we’ll all go with him to help him choose it.”
“No, you don’t,” said Tom, with an actual approach to animation. “I won’t buy it if the whole troop goes along.”
“We wouldn’t kid you,” said Connie. “Honest, we won’t.”
“Hear what Bennover Connet says? We’ll promise to be good and——”
“I’ll take no chances,” said Tom. “I don’t mind if two or three go, so’s to help me get fitted right, but——”
“One representative from each patrol,” suggested Roy.
“All right,” said Tom, resignedly.
About the middle of the afternoon they reached Albany and tied up at a lumber wharf right under the shadow of the big night boat, the majestic bulk of which made the Good Turn and even the more imposing Honor Scout look very insignificant.