“We’re paying as little as possible,” I told him.
“You’re the worst of the lot,” he yelled; “that pile of books, the ones with the brown cord, were given to us by a kindly old gentleman; he——”
“A which?” Doc Carson said.
“Don’t you know a kindly old gentleman when you see one?” Pee-wee fairly screamed.
“Let’s see one,” Artie shouted.
And that’s the way it went on till Mr. Ellsworth came to Pee-wee’s rescue like he always does. He said we should let Pee-wee have the chair.
“Here’s a couple of chairs for him,” we shouted.
“He can have the table too, if he wants it,” I said; anything to keep him quiet.
“I don’t want to be quiet,” Pee-wee screamed.
Good night, that was some meeting. Well, pretty soon Mr. Ellsworth got us all throttled down and Pee-wee started to tell us about his visit to the kindly old gentleman. It seemed that was one of the houses that Pee-wee called at alone and the kindly old gentleman fell for him like grown up people mostly do. I don’t know what it is but everybody seems to like Pee-wee. You know just because you jolly a fellow, it’s not a sign you don’t like him. Pee-wee is one bully little scout, I’ll say that much.