" You can bet I know how to jolly if it
comes to jollying. "I want to get some rope, too," I told him.
He just leaned back and pushed his great big straw hat to the back of his
head and looked over his spectacles and began to grin. He kept his
spectacles 'way down near the end of his nose.
"Ye're one of them scaouts, hey?" he said. "Yet ain't thinkin' to lead any
elephants home with that thar rope naow, be yer?"
I said, "No, I'm going to use the rope to lasso mosquitoes as long as
you haven't got any mosquito dope."
He said, "Wall naow, ye're quite a comic be'nt yer?"
I told him I was a little cut up and my mother and father couldn't do
anything with me.
"'N what else can I do fer yer?" he said, laughing all the while. "Them
tracks wuz caow tracks, youngster, so daon't yer be sceered of 'em."
I told him I wasn't scared of any tracks, not even a railroad track and
that I'd buy the village for seventy-five cents, if he'd send it C. O. D.
He just stood there laughing. Anyway, it makes me mad when grown up people
jolly scouts about tracking and signaling and all that, just as if it was
only play.
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