“You mean executers,” Doc said.
“And all we need now is a heroine,” Pee-wee said, while he danced up and down. “A poor girl—I mean a maiden—with gold hair—if we could only rescue one—oh, wouldn’t it be great.”
“Even if her hair was only gold-filled it would be something,” Connie Bennett said.
“You’re crazy!” Pee-wee shouted, “it shows none of you know anything about stories.”
Oh, jiminy, I can’t tell all the stuff we shouted. You see, it was just because we were feeling so good. And Mr. Ellsworth didn’t try to stop us.
The next chapter is about two dollars. I don’t mean it’s worth that much. I don’t know what I’ll name it yet.
Olive oil[[1]]—that’s the French way to say, “So long.” Anyway, it’s something like that. I should worry.
[1] Au revoir is probably what he meant.