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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