“You don’t want it to fit you,” I flared up, holding him with my scowling eyes. “You want me to take all the risks. You’re good, you are … to yourself!”
He straightway started to peel off his pants.
“Shucks!” I said, feeling foolish. “I didn’t mean it. What do you want me to do?”
Peg patted me on the back.
“Good ol’ Pansy Blossom!” he bragged.
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WE PROCEEDED UP THE ROCKY SLOPE TO WHERE THE ENEMY WAS IN CAMP.
I wasn’t half as brave as he thought I was. But I had pride in wanting to appear brave. So I let the others fix me up. The rope strands that they tucked under my cap gave me the appearance of having hair to my shoulders. I was [[201]]a pretty-looking picture, let me tell you, when they got through with me. I was then supplied with a crooked stick for a cane and instructed how to walk, sort of bent over like an old man. Having memorized the piece that I was to recite, we continued our ascent of the hill.
“You better say good-by to your little Pansy Blossom,” I told the others, when we came to the tents of the sleeping enemy. “For I have the feeling that you won’t see Pansy whole again.”