“It’s my idea of the ultimate zero in sport,” laughed Rob.
Peanut had at once found the post-card stand, and was offering Art a “pretty picture for Pinkie” as the latter came up.
“All right!” Art laughed. “I’ll send it!”
But he wouldn’t let anybody else see what he wrote.
The others all sent cards home, and, not to be outdone by Art, they sent cards also to the girls they had met in Lost River. Peanut found a picture of the top of Mount Washington to send to Alice, and he carefully drew a picture of himself upon the topmost rock, like this:
On the other side he wrote, “The persevering Peanut on the Peak.”
“Guess that’s some alliteration!” he said. “Mr. Rogers, what painter’s name began with P?”
“Perugino,” said the Scout Master.
“Do you mind spelling it—slowly?”