SOMETHING MISSING After supper Westy and I started for troop meeting.

It was getting dark fast and we went scout-pace down the hill, because after all that had happened you bet we didn't want to be late.

No, siree.
All the while we were talking about just what I ought to say when I presented Skinny to the Elks, because that's what we were going to do that night.

And I was the one to do it, because I was patrol leader.
Westy had a blue ribbon, because that's the Elks' color, and he was going to pin it on Skinny with an express tag that he got that day.
He had it all written nice and neat on the tag.
From the Silver Foxes to the Elks.
Handle with Care.
I told him to put prepaid on it, too, and then he said it would be a good idea to put some thrift stamps on Skinny's face.

Jiminy, that fellow Westy has some crazy ideas.
"Believe me, it'll be great," he said.
"The Elks will have some training to do, that's one thing," I said.
"He'll learn soon enough, all right," Westy answered.
"I guess it would be a good stunt to have a flag sticking up out of his collar," I said; "he won't mind, he'll just smile.