“Better than a—a—an eight-cylinder Packard?”
“You said it.”
“Does that mean maybe you might like me better than a big feller?”
“Didn’t I just tell you you’re one of the biggest fellows I ever met?”
“I can’t be big if I’m small; do you call that logic?”
Townsend didn’t answer, but just sat there with his hands clasped about his drawn-up knees, smiling, oh such an amused and friendly smile across the fire.
“Hear that cricket?” said Pee-wee.
“Huh-huh,” said Townsend.
“Gee, you’re funny; I don’t understand you at all,” said Pee-wee. “I never know what you really mean.”
“No?”