“We found a gold mine in the attic,” she chirped. “Just look at all this lovely stuff; it was used in the County Fair when Mr. Goodale was on the committee, and Mrs. Goodale says we can use it, and I’m going to help you decorate if you’ll let me. I’m going to do it because of what you did for me—because you saved my life.”
“Are you going to be partners with me?” Pee-wee asked delightedly.
“Yes, I’m going to be partners with you and we’re going to decorate it together, so there.” She did not tell him that her mother had shamed her into this. Her interest, once aroused, seemed genuine, at all events.
“And are you going to ride on the float with me?”
“Yes, I am, I don’t care what. So now.”
“After the parade’s over I’m going to treat you to ice cream in Snailsdale,” Pee-wee said.
“Won’t that be lovely!”
“Fifteen-cent plates.”
“Oh, scrumptious!”
“And when lots of people come here it will be your good turn as well as mine, hey? Because, gee whiz, Mr. Goodale, he’s a peach of a man. And, besides, maybe there’ll be a lot of big fellers come, too, and then I bet you’ll be glad, hey? Gee whiz, that’ll be doing more for you than saving you from a rattlesnake, hey?” Indeed, it would have been somewhat in the nature of saving her life.