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May I have some more tea, Miss Mannering?" "Call me Myra, Scoutmaster Simpson of The Spectator troop, and you shall." "I blush for my unblushing sex," said Dahlia. "I blush for my family," said Archie.
"Man dear," whispered Father Pat to the scoutmaster, "don't ye ever be visitin' here agin! For, shure, Barber'll kill ye!" "Oh!" Johnnie was frightened. "And maybe he'll have y' 'rested!" "No, old fellow," said Mr. Perkins, reassuringly. "He's lost out, and he's not likely to advertise it. But I'm sorry about that tooth." He hunted it, found it, and examined it carefully.
"I don't know anything about it," said Scoutmaster Ned, reaching for his plaited khaki jacket; "I don't know any more about it than you do. Nobody could get in that place, so I don't see how anyone could get out. Come ahead, Bill," he added hastily, addressing the other scoutmaster. This was followed by a vociferous chorus. "Can I go?" "I'm with you." "I'll row." "No you won't, I will."
He is quite the finest man I ever hope to come in contact with; big, stout and jovial, and as good-hearted as can be. If your parents will let you, I would advise every one to accept the offer." "Cracky, we are in luck, fellows. I move we telegraph our acceptance right away," said Romper. "I move we turn the matter over to Mr. Ford and let him telegraph. He's our Scoutmaster, and I'm sure Mr.
"Well, we, then it's going to wipe out all hard feeling and everything is going to be all hunk. You'll make a better scoutmaster to the whole bunch than I will. I'm better at work than I am at discipline, Tom. I can't pull that moral suasion bunk at all. I'm pretty nifty at swinging an axe, but I'm weak on the good turn and duty stuff."
And there's a new pavilion up there that's named after Mr. Ellsworth, our scoutmaster. And Mr. Temple's got lots of things orphan asylums and gymnasiums and buildings and things named after him. I always thought it must be fine.
It was glorious, it was thrilling, but it was terrible, too. He wondered how many of the scouts he knew, and how many of those in school would lose their fathers or their brothers in this war that was beginning. Truly, there is no argument for peace that can compare with war itself! Yet how slowly we learn! Grenfel had gone, and the troop was now in charge of a new scoutmaster, Francis Wharton.
He scrutinized Peter very curiously but seeing no sign of the scout about him, he dismissed the receiving end of this business with Peter's rather awkward explanation, and let it go at that. As for what Pee-wee had said, that did not worry Scoutmaster Ned. Pee-wee's dream and experiences seemed to be all mixed up together like the things in a hunter's stew.
"Things are turning out better for you right now," asserted Mr. Perkins. "To begin with, Narcissa and I have worked out a plan that will make it possible for you to leave here to-morrow." "Leave?" But Johnnie did not yet comprehend what the other meant. "Yes, for good and all," added the scoutmaster. "Go away just as Narcissa has gone to stay." Johnnie wavered to his feet dizzily.
Alex would not take the place and Bobbie Brown was altogether too young a scout. What should he do? "Assistant Patrol Leader Ford," called the Scoutmaster. Don, in desperation, wrote his own name. This time, when the patrol leaders brought Mr. Wall the result, they put the hat out of the way, and the troop knew that it would not be needed again. "Scout Lally," Mr.
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