This is well and as it should be.
It was very much so with the well organized Bridgeboro troop.

With the first breath of spring the Ravens became Ravens, the Elks foregathered and were Elks and nothing else, and the Silver Foxes began a series of exclusive meetings at Camp Solitaire under a big shady elm on Roy's lawn.
The Silver Foxes, imbibing the mirthful spirit of their leader, were all pretty much alike, and the Ravens were thankful that they were not like them, and the Elks congratulated themselves that they had more pep than the Ravens.

"The Elks say the Ravens are no good and the Ravens say the Elks are no good and they're both right; we should worry," said Roy.

"There's one good thing about the Elks and that is that they're not Ravens, and there's one good thing about the Ravens and that is that they're not Elks.

They both have everything to be thankful for if not more so.