"I try to forget my troubles, though, by thinking of bright things,"
Whyn explained. "And now that I have so much to do with the scouts I
have scarcely any time left to think about myself. Every night my back
aches so much that I cannot sleep for several hours. But last night I
was thinking about Rod, and didn't mind the pain hardly at all."
"Why, what's wrong with Rod?" the visitor inquired. "I don't see why
you should lie awake thinking about him."
"No, perhaps you don't, and maybe it was foolish of me, but I couldn't
help it. You see, it had to do with his scout suit. Each boy must
earn the money to buy his own suit, and when the scouts were talking
about it, they all told how they were going to raise the money except
Rod. He didn't say anything, and I knew by the look on his face that
he hadn't the least idea where he was going to get the money for his
suit. I felt so sorry for him. When Rod is thinking hard he is very
quiet. He was just like that yesterday, and he didn't even say a word
to me when he left. Oh, I wish that I could think of some way to help
him."
"Who are the other scouts?" Miss Arabella asked.
"Well, there's Jimmy Perkins. He's corporal, and----"
"Old Ezry Perkins' son, eh? I guess I know his pa, a mean old
skinflint, if ever there was one.
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