“Did you ever hear of anybody rolling up?” the young hero demanded.
“Sure,” said Roy; “didn’t you ever roll up and go to sleep? You never rolled down, and went to sleep, did you? That shows what you know about geometry.”
“That’s not geometry,” Pee-wee shouted. “I took geometry last year.”
“It’s about time you put it back,” Roy called.
“Look out or you’ll take another tumble,” Westy added.
“He didn’t put the last one back yet,” Roy observed.
“There goes your sandwich,” another one of the Silver Foxes called with glee, as that precious remnant of Pee-wee’s lunch went tumbling and separating down the slanting roof.
“Now you see what you made me do!” he fairly screamed.
“Food is coming down,” Roy laughed.
This is a fair sample of the fun and banter which accompanied their work and helped to make it easy and pleasant. Occasionally a harmless missile, perchance a luscious fragment of some honorably discharged tomato, would float gracefully from roof to roof bathing the face of some unsuspecting toiler with the crimson hue of twilight. And once again the weather-stained old shacks would seem alive with merriment and laughter.