“Well, yes, if you want to look at it that way——”
“I want to look at it the right way,” Wilfred said earnestly.
“All right; well then, suppose you—you’re a fine swimmer——”
“There you go again; I never——”
“All right, suppose you should win the big swimming contest on August tenth——”
“When?”
“On August tenth—Mary Temple Day. You know her, don’t you?”
“I don’t know anybody,” Wilfred said wistfully.
“Well, you know Mr. John Temple founded this camp, don’t you? Well, she’s his daughter. He lost a son by drowning once, so that’s why he says every fellow should be a good swimmer. August tenth is Mary Temple’s birthday and she’s seventeen and she’s a mighty nice looking girl—yellow hair——”
“A scout is observant,” said Wilfred. “Now there’s one thing about scouting I’ve learned.”