grumbled the fifteen-year-old Stud, with
the arrogance of a Patrol Leader, directing
his glance at a brown, conical bungalow
flanking a large one, where the younger
boys turned in at what seemed to them
unseemly hours, while scout veterans sat
up overhauling the day's doings for an
occasion of a laugh against somebody,
practical joke, of course, preferred, to be
published in the Henkyl Hunter's typewritten
Bulletin and hung up in the porch
next mo'ming.

"Well! I'm safe for the Grand March,
anyhow--and the Virginia reel, too, eh!"
Stud dug congratulatory fists into his
brown sides, wriggling aggressively upon
the cliff-brow, like Peagreen figuratively
hugging the ground with an impatient
nose.

Privately he was inclined to the opinion
that the blue-eyed girl's friend who had
that little nearsighted stand in one of
her dark eyes, and two dimples to Pem-rose's
one, was the daintier "peach" of
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