But they couldn't keep still, they were always wriggling. Maybe
they're frogs by this time, hey? A fellow up there told me about a patrol
named the Caterpillars and afterwards they changed it to the Butterflies.
He said there's a patrol out west named the Mock Turtles. There's a lot of
crazy fellows come to Temple Camp. One of them said there was a fellow in
his troop named Welsh and he was chosen leader of a new patrol and they
wanted to call it the Welsh Rabbits. Church Mice is all right, I think."
He said, "It's appropriate anyway. I'd like to see a camp like that Temple
Camp; it must be great. Trouble with us is we've had such plaguey hard
luck. I guess there's only one thing harder than our luck and that's the
biscuits we make."
I said, "I can make hard ones."
Then he said, "You see, first our scoutmaster had to go to war. We were
just starting then. It hit us a good whack. We tried to get another, but
scoutmasters were pretty scarce; they were scarcer than coal and sugar.
They were all in France. So I took the job. I suppose we could get one
now, but since we've worried along all this time without one, we decided
to wait till our scoutmaster gets back.
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