“Are you going to get a soda while you’re up at Woodcliff?” Roy asked him.
“That’s all right,” Pee-wee said with great vehemence; “if you got a letter that went astray you’d want it, wouldn’t you?”
“You’re talking in chunks,” Roy said. “Go ahead and see the girl if you want to. I bet she’ll think you’re sweet. Only come ahead and let’s get to camp.”
“Unanimously carried by a large majority,” Dorry Benton said. “Mysteries aren’t going to buy tar-paper for our old car.”
“There might have been a thousand dollars in this wallet,” Pee-wee reminded them.
“Except for one thing,” Roy said.
“And what’s that?” Pee-wee asked.
“That there wasn’t,” Roy said. “Put it in your pocket and come on.”
Though they treated Pee-wee’s find as something of a joke and attached no significance to it, still the discovery of these old papers which had now no meaning for anybody kept recurring to them as they made their way to the old camp. But the consensus of opinion was that these old mildewed remnants of another time were unimportant.
“What good is a letter when the fellow who sent it is already home?” Doc Carson asked.