I bet he was proud going up Main Street too.
"I'd like to get my hands on that kid," I said to Westy, as we went across the lawn; "he makes me sick with his heroes and his noble rags and his belt-axes.

He's got that poor kid's brain full of fancy stuff before he's even a scout." "That's just like him," Westy said, "but he'll get over it." "Emblem of the woods!" I said.

"Did you hear that ?" "I guess he told Skinny we were going to chop down some saplings to-morrow for stanchions on the boat," Westy said.
"Goodness knows what he didn't tell him." I said, "Skinny will be chopping down all the fence rails in Barrel Alley if Pee-wee has his way." Oh, boy, we had huckleberry pie for supper, and didn't Westy and I have two helpings! "There's only one thing scouts like about huckleberry pie," my father said, "and that's the taste of it.".