“Oh, they don’t catch birds, mother,” said Arden.
“They catch storks,” said Mrs. Cowell.
“You’re thinking of stalking,” laughed Tom.
“Gee, I want to go up there,” Wilfred pleaded. “If I say I won’t do those things——”
“It would be so hard for him to keep his promise at a place like that,” said Mrs. Cowell.
“Scouts are supposed to do things that are hard,” said Tom.
“Yes—what do you call them—stunts and things like that?” Mrs. Cowell persisted.
“Sure,” said Tom; “keeping a promise might be a stunt.”
“Oh, I don’t think it would be wise, Mr. Slade; I’m sure the doctor would say so.”
But the doctor did not say so. He glanced at the young fellow in khaki negligee who had sat in respectful silence during the examination and the talk. They all looked at him now, Mrs. Cowell in a way of rueful objection to whatever he might yet intend to say.