"Right the first time," Roy responded. "There's only one thing you don't like about meals and that's the time between them."
"What are we going to do for two hours, waiting for supper?" a scout asked.
"Search me," said Roy; "tell riddles, I guess. If we had some ham we'd have some ham and eggs, if we only had some eggs. We should worry. It's going to rain for forty-eight hours and three months more. That's what that scout from Walla-Walla told me."
"That's a dickens of a name for a city," said Westy Martin of Roy's patrol.
"It's a nice place, they liked it so much they named it twice," Roy said.
"There's a troop here all the way from Salt Lake," said Dorry Benton.
"They ought to have plenty of pep," said Roy.
"There's a troop came from Hoboken, too," Will Dawson observed.
"I don't blame them," Roy said. "There's a troop coming from Kingston next week. They've got an Eagle Scout, I understand."
"Don't you suppose I know that?" Pee-wee shouted. "Uncle Jeb had a letter from them yesterday; I saw it."