"You be right here when they begin coming down," Minerva said, "and stand close to the traffic sign and if any boy stays here too long turn the STOP sign on him."
"And turn it on yourself if necessary," said Townsend.
"I won't let anybody eat more than about—about—five helpings. That'll be enough for them, hey?" said Pee-wee.
"Goodness gracious, yes," said Dora Dane Daring.
"You're the steward, remember," said Minerva. "Do you know what a steward is?"
"He's—he's named after a stew," said Pee-wee, hitching up his spreading apron. "You leave the people to me, I'll handle them."
CHAPTER XX
GONE
The steward (or the stew, as Townsend thenceforth called him) did not attend the party. A preliminary tour of the grounds convinced him that adventures of his particular kind were not to be found there. Dancing was not in his line. Music (except the clamorous music of his own voice) he did not care for. And he did not care to hear what Mrs. Wild had to say about the Camp-fire movement.