Once, when Pee-wee hiked up to Snailsdale Manor with Ray and Fuller for a raid upon the ice cream parlor, he saw her sitting alone on the lawn of the Snailsdale House, and she beckoned to him to come up. Perhaps she hoped that he would bring his companions. But the two soldiers of misfortune, as they called themselves, did not pause and Pee-wee went up alone.
“I’m sure it’s very kind of you to come up and speak to poor me,” she said.
“We’re on our way to get sodas,” said Pee-wee. “I suppose you told those two boys terrible things about me.”
“I told them how you said they were lovely fellers,” said Pee-wee.
“Oh, you didn’t tell them that!”
“Sure I did.”
“I just bet they think I’m horrid.”
“They’re great for having adventures,” Pee-wee said, “and they have no use for quitters. Anyway they’re having too much fun to bother with girls.”
“I think it was very rude for you to just leave them that way. What will they ever think? I thought scouts were supposed to be so very polite.”
“Didn’t you call me?” Pee-wee said.