’Tis of Thee!’ You ought to see ‘em salute the flag! You ought to hear ‘em learn the words that mean that there isn’t any country in all the world so big and fine and nice to live in as the United States. You ought to see ’em learn that their heads are made to think with, and their hands are made to work with; their feet are made to march with; their eyes are made to see with, to see straight, to see all there is. Oh, Gee! I like Molly’s job! I like to help her when she is having a picnic on the beach with ’em"?
“I think that school sounds mighty fine myself,” said Jamie. “Would you take me some day when Molly’s teaching Americanism on the beach?”
“Sure I would!” said the Scout Master. “Molly would be glad to see you. Molly’s always glad to see everybody that believes in America and believes in God. She’s strong on both of them. Anybody that shoots straight and rides hard and plays square, like I told you. You ought to see her shoot and ride. If I was a millionaire and had money to burn, the first thing I’d get, after I got the kind of a horse that I’d like to have for myself, would be the kind of a horse Molly would really like to have.”
The Scout Master arose:
“Just about now I speed for home with barely time left to shift to my other wardrobe, provided it ain’t been bandited, and left a dark cloud hanging over me.”
“Anything I can do to avert trouble?” inquired Jamie.
“Not a thing, old dear,” said the Scout Master. “Not
