CHAPTER XX.
MOSTLY ABOUT SKINNY This chapter I am going to fill with some stuff about a two dollar bill.
That isn't so bad for poetry, is it?
I got that idea out of a story by Sir Walter Scott--putting poetry at the top of the chapters.

Mr.
Ellsworth says sometimes a fellow might get killed for writing poetry.
I should worry--a scout is brave.
You can bet that if Pee-wee had his way we'd have all gone into the city that very night and broken into a store to get Skinny's outfit.

But nix on that hurry up business when it comes to Mr.Ellsworth.

"Scouts are not made in a day," he said to Pee-wee, "and the outfit doesn't make the scout anyway, remember that." "Any more than a merry-go-round makes a good turn," I said.
So Mr.Ellsworth went to see Skinny and his mother, and then he went to see the doctor, and he found out that Skinny wasn't going to die right then, but that something was the matter with his lungs, and that he'd keep getting sick all the time probably and wouldn't grow up.

Oh, boy, when Mr.Ellsworth once gets on your trail, good night! That's just the way he hauled Tom Slade into the troop, head over heels.