CHAPTER III
ANOTHER INSPIRATION
“Now I know who I’ll have for a good turn guest! I’ll have somebody I don’t know!” Pee-wee shouted, entering the house.
“Is that you, Walter?” his mother called downstairs.
“It’s me, and I’ve got an inspiration,” Pee-wee shouted. “Where’s the duffel bag and things that were here in the hall?”
“Did you shut the screen door?” his mother called.
“Where’s the stuff I laid here?” Pee-wee demanded excitedly. “I left it here ready so as—
“Did you shut the screen door, Walter?”
“No,—because there’s a fly inside and I want him to get out. Where’s my camping stuff that I left in the hall?”
“It’s near your father’s golf sticks, under the hall table. Be sure to wipe your feet.”