I said, "Anyway, now I know that I like you.

I ought to have had sense enough to know before." Then he said, "You see, Blakeley, Skinny's a mighty queer little proposition.

If it wasn't for that scoutmaster you fellows have, I'd say he would never make a regular tip-top scout.

But I think that Mr.
What's-his-name--Ellsworth--is a wonder." "Believe me, you said something," I told him.
"You know yourself," he said, "how that kid talks--shouts, I mean.
Stealing silver, picking pockets! What are all these fellows to think?
Most of the fellows here come from good folks.

They don't understand a poor little codger like Skinny who is half crazy, because he's been half starved.