As he stood there amid a shower of impulsive applause, he stooped and hoisted up one stocking which seemed in danger of making complete descent, and that was too much for the crowd.
Even Mr.Temple smiled as he said, "Come over here, my young friend, and let me congratulate the only Eagle Scout at Temple Camp." And so it befell that Hervey Willetts found himself clasping in cordial grip the friendly hand of Mr.John Temple with one hand while he still hauled up his rebellious stocking with the other.

It was a sight to delight the heart of a movie camera man.

His stocking was apparently the only thing that Hervey could not triumph over.
"My boy," said Mr.Temple, "it appears that we know more about you than you know about yourself.

It appears that your memory and your handbook study have not kept pace with your sprightly legs and arms----" "How about his dirty face ?" some one called.
"And his stocking ?" another shouted.
"These are the honorable scars of war," Mr.Temple said, "and I think I prefer his face as it is.

I think we shall have to take Hervey Willetts as we find him, and be satisfied.
"Hervey Willetts," he continued, "you stand here to-day the easy winner of the greatest honor it has ever been my pleasure to confer.