A MERRY SCOUT
Tilda and baby Maggie in her brand-new coach
A MERRY SCOUT
By
EDNA PAYSON BRETT
Illustrated by
GARADA CLARK RILEY
RAND Mc. NALLY & COMPANY
CHICAGO NEW YORK
Copyright, 1922, by
Rand Mc. Nally & Company
Made in U.S.A.
THE CONTENTS
| PAGE | |
| A Merry Scout | 7 |
| Lending the Baby | 28 |
| Robert’s Adventure | 44 |
| Sandy’s Valentine | 55 |
Davy was counting the time until he could be a real scout
A MERRY SCOUT
A MERRY SCOUT
He didn’t belong to any patrol—hewasn’t a real scout at all, but it wasn’tDavy’s fault. He was only nine and a half,you see, and that meant two years and sixmonths of waiting—oh, such long waiting itseemed to Davy—before he could wear thecoveted arrow-head badge of the tenderfootscout and go hiking and camping like bigCousin Fred.
That is how the figures stood late inDecember. It was the summer before, atGrandfather’s, that Davy had first beguncounting the time until he should be twelve.There, at the farm, he had met Cousin[8]Fred. Fred was sixteen years old, a first-classscout, patrol leader in his home town, anda winner of the life-saving merit badge.But he had never felt too big to take Davyfor a Sunday hike over the hills, relatingthrilling tales of scout camp life and wood-craft;telling all about scout law, with itstwelve hard things e