“Class?”
“I mean, patrol.”
“Now you see if you can’t remember that word patrol so I don’t have to remind you. And what was the other thing—just think.”
“About money?” asked Jeffrey, doubtfully.
“Right. Try to remember never to promise people money—especially scouts—because they don’t like it. Now hand me that other spool of thread.”
“But it’s fine to be rich, isn’t it?”
“It’s better to be a scout. Any headache today, Jeff?”
“No.”
“Well, now see if you can remember how many willow canes you’ve carved altogether.”
“Eleven.”