“Boys are something like men, I guess,” Peanut answered sagely. “Some men get out and do things, an’ get rich or go to Congress, while others don’t. Look right here in Southmead. There’s Tom Perkins, he’s got everything you want in his store, from sponges to snow-shoes, and he’s rich. Bill Green, who might do just as well as he does, don’t care whether he sells you anything or not; he’s too lazy to stock up with fresh goods all the while, and he’s poor and don’t amount to much. I guess when Tom Perkins was our age he’d have gone to the White Mountains with us, and Bill Green wouldn’t.” “Probably,” said Art, “but there are too many Bill Greens in the world!” “Right-o,” said Peanut. “I’ll tell you something else, Art. Some of the fellers’ folks won’t let ’em go. I was talking with Dennie’s old man the other day. Gee, he’s got money enough! He could _give_ Dennie twenty-five dollars and never know it. He said, ‘What’s the matter with you boys? Ain’t Southmead good enough for you, that you want to go hikin’ off a thousand miles?’ He got my goat, and I just came back at him!” “What did you say?” asked Art. Peanut chuckled. “I wasn’t exactly polite,” he answered. “‘Mr. O’Brien,’ said I, ‘if you’d been off more, you’d know that one of the best ways to get an education is to travel. Southmead’s only a little corner of a big world.’ ‘Well, it’s big enough for me, and for Dennis,’ he says, and I answered, ‘It’s too big for you. You’re so small you’d rattle ’round in a pea-pod.’” “And then what happened?” asked Art. “Then I ran,” Peanut laughed. “Gee, he was mad! Old tightwad! Dennie wants to go, awful bad.” As vacation time drew near in June, the number of Scouts who were going to be able to make the trip had boiled down to four--Art and Peanut, of course, with Frank Nichols and Lou Merritt. Those readers who have also read “The Boy Scouts of Berkshire” will recall that Lou Merritt was the boy who had started in as a sneak and a liar. But that time was long since past. He had lived with Miss Swain now for several years; he took care of her garden for her, and made some money for himself besides, raising lettuce, radishes, cauliflowers and other vegetables. He was in the high school, and was going from there to the Amherst Agricultural College. Lou was now one of the most respected boys in town, and Miss Swain was so fond of him that she had practically ordered him to go on the hike, for he had worked hard in the garden all the spring, besides studying evenings. She was going to hire a gardener while he was away, but the money for the trip he had earned himself. In addition to these four there was, of course, Mr. Rogers, the Scout Master, and Rob Everts, who would be back from college in a week or two now, and was going on the hike for a vacation, before he started in summer work in his father’s bank. That made a party of six, which Mr. Rogers declared was, after all, enough.