In her generous confidence, Pepsy was quite carried away by Pee-wee’s enthusiasm. She knew (who better than she?) that strangers never came along that lonely by-road. But she believed that somehow they would come when the scout waved his magic wand.
“And I’ll make cookies,” she said, “and all the things to eat and you can print the signs—”
“And shout to the people going by,” Pee-wee concluded enthusiastically. “You have to yell ALL HOT! THEY’RE ALL HOT! Just like that.”
Few could resist this, Pepsy least of all. “Let’s go and ask Aunt Jamsiah about it right now,” she said.
“Let me do it, I know how to handle her,” said Pee-wee.
And Pepsy deferred to the master mind, as usual....
CHAPTER IX
IT PAYS TO ADVERTISE
Permission to use the wellhouse once secured, preparations for the vast enterprise progressed rapidly. The very next day, while Pepsy was at her chores, Pee-wee built a counter in the shack and sitting at this he printed signs to be displayed along the woody approaches to this mouth-watering dispensary.
Neither the gloomy predictions of his uncle nor the laughing skepticism of his aunt dimmed his enterprising ardor. The signs which he printed with his uncle’s crate stencil, procured from the barn, bespoke the variety of tempting offerings which existed so far only in his fertile mind.