“The best part of it is just that,” said Wilfred finally; “no one hands it out, it just has to be taken. I like that idea.”
“Isn’t it great?” enthused Wig.
“And it kind of started all by itself,” said Wilfred.
“And stopped all by itself,” said Wig. “It’s going to hang out here for a large bunch of summers, that’s what I told Yankee Yank.
“Yankee Yank, who’s he?”
“Oh, he’s the patrol leader of that New Haven menagerie; Allison Berry, his name is.”
“Allison Berry?” Wilfred asked, astonished. “I know that fellow, I know him well. His father gave me this scarf pin that I’ve got on.”
“What did he do that for?” Wig asked.
“Oh, for—just for——”
“What for?” Wig insisted.