“Goodness, no, they’re too busy getting Minerva ready for the Temple’s masquerade.”
“You—you—maybe—I bet you’re going to take a girl. Hey?” Pee-wee’s interest was beginning to liven up. “I—gee, I bet you’re not going alone.”
“It looks as if I were not going at all,” said Emerson.
“Anyway, if you asked me to go, I wouldn’t refuse,” said Pee-wee, casting a wistful eye upon the posters.
“I’m sure you’d be only too welcome,” said Emerson.
“Gee whiz, do you mean it?” Pee-wee gasped.
“It isn’t much of an invitation though,” said Emerson, “with the tickets so near and yet so far——”
“You call that far?” Pee-wee shouted, his hope mounting. “But anyway, I bet you’re only fooling; because—I’m not a pal of yours. Are you fooling? Do you mean it, honest?”
“Even if I had the tickets,” Emerson assured him, “I couldn’t go unless I found a boy to go with me; my mother doesn’t want me to go alone. So it would be a favor on your part.”
“Geeeeeeeeeeee whiz!” said Pee-wee. “Will you promise to take me with you if I get the tickets?”