“Well,” said Wig, laughing in spite of himself, “she’s always here on the tenth to give the prize. This year it’s a radio set.”
“Yes?” said Wilfred, interested.
“And I bet it will be a dandy.”
“Well, how about the banner?” said Wilfred. “Tell me about that so I can forget about radio sets. That’s what I’m crazy about and now you’ve got me thinking about one. Let’s have the banner.”
“Well,” said Wig, “all I was going to say was, if you win that big contest the radio set——”
“There you go, reminding me again.”
“The radio set would be yours,” Wig said, “but the honor would be the patrol’s. See?”
“All right, how about the banner?” Wilfred asked quietly, rolling over on his back and looking patiently up into the blue sky as if to remind his companion that he was listening.
“That’s another camp institution,” said Wig. “About three seasons ago——”
“Once upon a time——” mocked Wilfred.