Roy Blakeley's Adventures in Camp by Percy Keese Fitzhugh
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lot of trouble."
"Anyway," I told him, "I don't see why you don't wear your uniform. Gee, if I had a lieutenant's uniform you bet I'd wear it." "Would you?" he said, and he began to laugh. Then he said, "Well, now, let's sit down here on this bench and I'll tell you what _you're_ going to do, and then I'll tell you what _I'm_ going to do, and we'll have to be quick about it." Then he looked out over the water and listened and as soon as he was sure nobody was coming, he put his arm over my shoulder and made me sit down on the bench beside him. I have to admit I kind of liked that fellow, even though I kind of thought he was, you know, wild, sort of. It seemed as if he was the kind of a fellow to have a lot of adventures and to be reckless and all that. "Maybe you can tell me what you're going to do," I told him, "but you can't tell me what _I'm_ going to do--that's one sure thing." "Oh, yes I can," he said, "because you're a bully kid and you're an A-1 sport, and you and I are going to be pals. What do you say?" "I can't deny that I like you," I said, "and I bet you've been to a lot of places." "France, Russia, South America, Panama and Montclair, New Jersey," he said, "and Bronx Park." Gee, I didn't know how to take him, he was so funny. "Ever been up in an airplane?" he said. |
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