The next morning Roy received a letter which read:
"Dear Roy--I want you and Tom to ask Walter Harris to go with you.
Please don't tell him that I asked you. You said you were going to name
one of the cabins or one of the boats for me because I took so much
interest. I'd rather have you do this. You can call it a good turn if
you want to--a real one.
"MARY TEMPLE."
Pee-wee Harris also received an envelope with an enclosure similar to
many which he had received of late. He suspected their source. This one
read as follows:
If you want to be a scout,
You must watch what you're about,
And never let a chance for mischief pass.
You may win the golden cross
If your ball you gayly toss
Through the middle of a neighbor's pane of glass.
CHAPTER IV
TOM AND ROY
The letter from Mary Temple fell on Camp Solitaire like a thunderbolt.
Camp Solitaire was the name which Roy had given his own cosy little tent
on the Blakeley lawn, and here he and Tom were packing duffel bags and
sharpening belt axes ready for their long tramp when the note from
Grantley Square was scaled to them by the postman as he made a short cut
across the lawn.
"What do you know about that?" said Roy, clearly annoyed. "We can't take
_him_; he's too small. Who's going to take the responsibility? This is a
team hike."
"You don't suppose he put the idea in her head, do you?" Tom asked.
"Oh, I don't know. You saw yourself how crazy he was about it.
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