My mother doesn't want me to wear it.

Gee whiz, she hates burglars.

Anyway, it's good and comfortable.

My father says if he comes back for it I have to give it to him." "Well, you certainly don't look like Walter Harris, the boy scout I have always known," said Mrs.Bartlett.
"Don't you care," said Pee-wee.

"If you're a scout you're a scout, no matter if you don't wear anything." "Oh, how dreadful," said Mrs.Bartlett.
"I know worse things than that," said Pee-wee.
"Well, tell us about the scouts," Mr.Bartlett encouraged him.
"Shall I tell you all about them ?" "Surely, begin at the beginning." "That's law one, it's about honor; do you know what that is ?" "I've heard of it," said Mr.Bartlett.
"A scout has to be honorable, see?
That comes first of all." "Before eating ?" "Eating is all the way through it." "Oh, I see." "A scout has to be so--kind of--you know, so honorable that nobody could suspect him, see?
If you're a scout that means that everybody knows you're all right.