Boy Scouts of America -- Juvenile fiction; Camps -- Juvenile fiction
What do you think? Al Berry is here with his patrol. I wish
he’d keep still about me. He sneaked up and took a banner
from the Ravens and I didn’t run after him so I got put out.
I didn’t exactly get put out but they sort of said, here’s
your hat. There’s a lame boy here and he makes me feel I
don’t want to let anybody know I have anything the matter
with me ’cause they’ll think I’m like him. Anyway there’s
nothing the matter with me but don’t worry I’m keeping my
promise no matter what, the same as I’m wearing my pin no
matter what. I got that five dollars you sent me, Sis, and
I’m saving it up for a scout suit.
I’m in the Elks now, and I have to swim in the contest.
Don’t worry it’s not till August tenth. I’m going to see the
doctor here on the first like Doctor Brent said. If he says
my heart is still bad I’ll blame it to the opal—only he
won’t say it. Anyway don’t worry. If I say I’ll do a thing
I’ll do it. I like these fellows. Mom and Sis you have to
come up for the tenth. I’m glad I’ll be in the water so I
won’t see the people looking at me. I can do things as long
as I can forget that people are looking at me like when I
was looking at Madden I didn’t see the others. Anyway they
won’t be looking at me, they’ll be looking at you, Sis. Tom
Slade says I’ve got the same way of looking that you have. I
told him a scout is observant—that’s in the book. I send you
a four leaf clover, Sis. I’m all the time looking on the
ground and __taking it easy__, notice how I underline
__taking it easy__, Mom.
Wilfred.
P. S. The four leaf clover and the opal don’t speak to each
other.
Wilfred liked the Elks so much that he did not ask any of them to walk
down to Terryville with him where he intended to mail his letter. He
wanted to walk there alone and think about his little triumph among
them. They had fallen for him, as the saying is, and the realization of
this was a balm to his spirit. One could not say the Ravens had not been
good enough scouts to seek him out and find his winsome nature; they had
been too scoutlike (as one might say) for that. That is, they were too
busy with scouting. Now he was a decidedly large fish in a small pond.
He was the “big thing” in the struggling Elk Patrol.
He wanted to feast upon his success with them, to let his imagination
bask in the sunshine of this new favor that was his, after the ordeal of
ridicule and disgrace. He felt so much at home with them! He was at his
best with them. Well, there is a place for every fellow, if he can only
find it. Wilfred wanted to indulge these solacing thoughts and that is
why he walked down to Terryville alone.
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