“He can even tame wild flowers,” Roy said; “lions–dandelions and tiger-lilies and everything. He eats them alive.”
“Speaking of eating, how about the stew?” Artie Van Arlen asked.
“It has to stew for an hour,” Roy said. “Somebody get out the tin plates; be prepared, that’s our motto. All the comforts of home. Where’s your home?” he asked Blythe in a sudden impulse.
“Oh I’m just a kind of a tramp,” Blythe said uneasily. “I guess I must have left home before I had my eyes open.”
“That was before you could walk,” Pee-wee reminded him.
“The last home I was in was in New York,” Blythe said. “It wasn’t mine.”
“I guess you’re like we are,” Westy said, noticing perhaps a little embarrassment in their friend’s manner, “our home is outdoors.”
“And believe me, the sky has all the tin roofs I ever saw beaten twenty ways,” observed Warde Hollister. That was pretty good for a new scout.
“Roofs are all right to slide down,” Pee-wee observed. “They’re all right as long as you’re not under them.”
“Believe me, we wouldn’t have the sky over us if we didn’t have to,” said Roy. “It’s a blamed nuisance when it rains. The trouble with the solar system is there are too many stars and planets and things in it. You can’t get out into the open.”