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The Holiday Round by A. A. (Alan Alexander) Milne
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scoutmaster."

"Oh, Samuel," cried Myra, "tell us how you tracked the mules that
afternoon, and knew they were wounded because of the blood."

"Tell us about that time when you bribed the regimental anchovy of
Troop B to betray the secret password to you."

"I ignore you because you're jealous. May I have some more tea, Miss
Mannering?"

"Call me Myra, Scoutmaster Simpson of The Spectator troop, and you
shall."

"I blush for my unblushing sex," said Dahlia.

"I blush for my family," said Archie. "That a young girl of gentle
birth, nurtured in a peaceful English home, brought up in an
atmosphere of old-world courtesy, should so far forget herself as
to attempt to wheedle a promising young scoutmaster, who can light a
fire, practically speaking, backwards--this, I repeat, is too
much."

It was Thomas who changed the subject so abruptly.

"I suppose the tide comes as far as this?" he said.

"It does, captain."

"Then that would account for the boat having gone."
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