"
"Have you told him your secret?" Rod inquired.
"Not yet. I want to surprise him. You see," here she lowered her
voice, and glanced toward the door, "I am going to write a story."
"Oh!" Rod's eyes grew suddenly big.
"Yes, a real story, which has been in my mind for some time. I am
going to change it now and bring you into it. There were some parts I
could not work out, but now I know. I shall make you a boy scout, a
patrol leader, who rescues a cripple girl from the river."
"What's a boy scout?" Rod queried.
"Didn't you ever hear of the scouts?" and Whyn looked her surprise.
"No. Never heard of them before."
"Well, isn't that funny, and you a boy, too."
"Guess they can't be much," Rod replied, somewhat nettled. "Grandad
and Captain Josh know about most everything, and if they haven't heard
of them they can't be of much account."
"But they are," Whyn insisted. "Douglas was a patrol leader, and he
told me what they did. They met in the school-room of our church, and
had such a great time. They had a supper, too; every month, and when
that was over they sang songs and played games."
"Is that all they did?"
"Oh, no. They had to work hard, for they had to learn so many things.
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