d Roy, "a kind deed, I've done a lot of them."

"Don't you pay any attention to him," said Miss Bates.

"I never do," said Pee-wee; "he's crazy, he belongs to a crazy patrol.
If I can get an envelope big enough I'll write everything on it that
will help the post office people, and maybe they'll be resourceful,
hey?"

"I'll give you the envelope my examination papers came in," said the
girl enthusiastically.

"Did you study rhetoric?" Pee-wee demanded.

"Yes, and I just _hate_ it," she said. "Just you wait a minute,"
she added, going into the house. She presently reappeared with an
envelope large enough to contain a brief history of the world on its
outside, and together she and Pee-wee made up the detailed address
which, in Pee-wee's handwriting, was destined to astonish Postmaster
Hiram Hicks, of Hicksville, North Carolina.

CHAPTER XV

WITHIN REACH

"Maybe she'll get it, you can't tell," Pee-wee said as they took their
way back to camp, the big envelope stuck under his belt, like a death
warrant carried by some awful dignitary of old. "Anyway I'm glad we came
because it will make Warde a first class scout."

Pee-wee was strong for the scouts and the troop even though he looked
with a kind of lofty scorn on the Silver Foxes. That Warde should become
a first class scout was a matter of honest joy to him.

"It was a full seven miles all right," said Roy, referring to the
distance mentioned in the test, "so I guess you're as good as in the
first class. I'm good and tired, I know that. You gave them good
measure."

"I bet you're proud," said Pee-wee.

"I bet I am," Warde answered. "I feel like a real scout now. A fellow
isn't a real scout till he gets into the first class."

"Sprouts and scouts," said Roy.

"When you write up your account don't forget to put down about my
talking to that girl," said Pee-wee.

"Oh I'll put everything down, don't you worry," said Warde, clearly
elated at the thought that the coveted badge was as good as won. "Do you
think I'm going to have Mr. E. going over the ground and putting
anything over on me? Not so you'd notice it."

"I bet Blythe will be glad," said Roy.

"Oh boy! Won't he!" vociferated Pee-wee. "I can just see him smiling
when I tell him about it," said Warde.

"He knows a lot about scouting since he met me," Pee-wee informed them.
"Anyway, maybe we killed two birds with one stone, hey? Maybe that
fellow's mother will get the letter and we know Ward