He said it would be a kind of a merit badge to Skinny, for keeping his eyes open.
I was mighty glad Mr.Ellsworth didn't ask us if anybody knew anything about the money, because then--jiminy, I don't know what I would have done.

Maybe it would have been all right to keep still because I wasn't _dead_ sure whose it was.

But all the while I knew I _was_ sure.

Maybe I would have said I knew only I didn't want to tell, hey?
Anyway, he didn't ask and that was one good thing.
After dinner Skinny came to me all smiles and said, "I've got a merit badge, it's for keeping my eyes open, and will you bore a hole in it so I can wear it around my neck ?" Oh, but that kid was happy.
I said, "Did you have a good dinner, kiddo ?" And he said, "Yes, but will you bore a hole in it so I can wear it around my neck ?" He looked awful thin and his scout suit didn't fit him and his belt wasn't tight enough and he didn't look anything like pictures you see of scouts--you know what I mean.

And when he smiled it made wrinkles in his cheeks.
One thing sure, he was different from all the rest of the fellows.