“You do your own cooking?” Artie Van Arlen asked him.
“Yes, but I’m not much of a cook,” Blythe said. “I–I don’t–I won’t get anything till the work’s finished–”
“You should worry about that,” Roy said.
“I guess I can eat most anything,” Blythe.
“Can you eat as many as eleven?” Pee-wee laughed.
“Can you eat as many as eleven?” Pee-wee demanded.
That same elusive, half-bashful, pleasant smile lingered on the stranger’s lips again as he said, “–I guess–not–”
“Then I can beat you,” Pee-wee announced conclusively.
“Here comes the bus,” Westy said. “Do you go up in that?”
“I guess I’ll walk,” Blythe said.