“You’re with me and I’ve got one.”
“Well, you see,” said Wilfred, still amused, “you’ve got a suit and no patrol and I’ve got a patrol and no suit.”
“I’d rather have a suit, wouldn’t you?” Archie asked. His lack of humor seemed almost ghastly by contrast with Wilfred’s amiable and funny squint at things.
“Not than my patrol.”
“Your patrol think they’re smart because they’ve got the Emblem of the Single Eye, don’t they?”
“Can we get arrested for that?” Wilfred asked.
“Are they mad at you, your patrol?”
“Not that I know of.”
“They’d never get the banner away from me if I had it, because I sleep in the dormitory and I’d stand it right near my cot and I’d tie a string to it and tie the string to my foot. I thought of that, isn’t it a good idea?”
“It’s a good idea but it’s against the rule,” laughed Wilfred. “Maybe you’d get arrested.”