Gee, that's one thing a scout never is-mean.

We had it all fixed up to work and then he flunked and let us do it all.
First I thought maybe I'd kind of not tell Mr.Ellsworth all about that phone call and say I couldn't hear very plain, and all like that.

But I saw if I did that, I'd be worse than Westy.

It was bad enough having a slacker in my patrol without having a liar.
No, siree! So I just went up to him and I said, "Mr.Ellsworth, he's out playing ball somewheres and I guess he didn't intend to come.

I admit it disgraces my patrol and it disgraces the whole troop.