“We’re not going to think about anything except just the float,” Hope said. “So let’s start right in.”
“And we’re sure going to be partners for keeps?”
“Honest and true, just like in a story.”
“Gee, I’ve met a lot of girls, but I like you better than any of them, that’s one sure thing.”
“Well, I know a lot of boys—”
“I bet you know as many as a hundred.”
“And you’re braver than any of them. That’s one sure thing. And you know all about the woods.”
“I know all about getting lost in them,” Pee-wee said. “Anyway you’re prettier than Roy Blakeley’s sister. Just because I didn’t keep asking you that doesn’t mean I don’t like you better than anybody else. Lots of people would be partners with me only they’re too busy. But I’d rather have you for a partner than anybody. I’m going to get you some candy on the day of the parade. I bet fellers take you to the movies, don’t they?”
“I said we weren’t going to think of anything but the float,” Hope reproved him.
“But I can say I like you, can’t I?”