Directly beneath him the group had increased to the proportions of a crowd. And they were all laughing. Pee-wee gazed down at them, the while pulling hand over hand. Assured of his success, it afforded him pleasure to look down upon the curious multitude who seemed to have forgotten all about school.
It is said that Nero fiddled while Rome was burning. Thus Pee-wee pulled.
Suddenly a chorus of mirth arose beneath him, interspersed with flippant calls, the while the merry loiterers looked up, trying to espy him in the tree.
“Look what’s there!”
“Who’s running the clothes-line?”
“Where is he?”
“Did you ever?”
“What on earth——”
“It’s an oriental ghost.”
“It’s a jumping-jack.”