He had just consumed a raspberry ice cream soda and was considering the question of whether he should have another when he noticed somebody which reminded him of the doom which awaited him on Monday morning. This was Miss Carlton who taught in the Bridgeboro Public School. She had just consummated the purchase of a box of candy and such were the cordial relations between herself and Pee-wee (out of school) that she proffered him the box for a choice of its contents. "I don't know whether to take a chocolate one or a white one," Pee-wee said. "Why not take both?" she suggested. "I guess maybe that would be safest, hey?" he said. "And what have you been doing all week?" Miss Carlton asked. "I've been at sea," Pee-wee said; "I've been floating around on a desert island that's on a scow and this is the first day I came ashore. I started a new patrol and Keekie Joe is in it. He's in your class, isn't he?" "He is--sometimes," said Miss Carlton ruefully. "He goes on the hook a lot, doesn't he?" said Pee-wee. "Oh, lots and lots," said Miss Carlton dubiously. "But anyway, don't you care," said Pee-wee, "because now he's a scout and he'll go to school every day, because a scout's honor has to be trusted. Do you know what was in that white one? Kind of lemon like." "Won't you have another?" "Brown and white are our patrol colors," said Pee-wee. "We just started our new patrol." "Take a brown one and a white one," said Miss Carlton. "I bet you don't know the name of our new patrol. It's the Alligators." "I think that's a good name for Joe McKinny," said Miss Carlton; "he's so slow coming to school." "I can prove you're wrong about him," said Pee-wee, "because alligators don't go to school and----" "Won't you have another, Walter?" "One for good measure, hey?" said Pee-wee. "Anyway, how much do you want to bet he won't go to school now? Because he will, because scouts have to do what they're supposed to do and I bet you he'll----" "Another, Walter?" "I'll take a pink one this time. I bet you he'll go to school and be all right on account of starting to be a scout. I got some money for grandstand seats on our island to see the boat races and I'll treat you to a soda." "Thank you," laughed Miss Carlton, "but I think not now." Miss Carlton knew Pee-wee well enough (for he had been in her class) not to inquire particularly about his multifarious adventures. She knew that they were too numerous and complicated for casual recital. Nor had she any faith in the influence of scouting on Keekie Joe. She did not believe that any power in the world could tempt Keekie Joe to school on a Monday, because Keekie Joe's partiality to liberal week ends was well known to her. "Well, I only hope it will do him some good,"; said Miss Carlton dubiously. "You mean scouting? _Sure_ it will. You just wait and see. So long, maybe I'll see you on Monday." "Won't you have one more?" the tempter urged.