All of a sudden, when he'd be reading it, he'd see something that he liked, and good night, he'd forget everything else.

Mr.Ellsworth said Skinny would never do anything except _one_ thing, and most likely that would be a big stunt and if he failed, it would kill him.

I guess he was a kind of a genius, like--you know what I mean.

Either that or he was half crazy.

I could never make him out, I know that.
One thing, I was mighty glad he was going in for the swimming badge and I hoped the Elks would help him.