She said, “Did you ever study the battle of Waterloo?”
I said, “This is the battle of coffeeloo. We like that better than water. Will you have a piece of pie?”
She just stared at me and said, “And you consider yourself a strategist!”
“He’s—he’s the great mil—mil——” Pee-wee began, trying to talk and eat a piece of pie at the same time. “He’s the greatest military genius of the age.”
She just looked through those big glasses, very smart and superior like, and she said, “If I were a general I wouldn’t be so stupid as to forget all about my reinforcements.”
“W-a-a—what d’ y’ mean—reinforcements?” Pee-wee blurted out, while the coffee and custard were trickling down off his chin. “Wha’ d’ y’ mean?”
She just said, “When is that train going to arrive that you are waiting for?”
“At exactly four-sixty—five o’clock,” I told her.
She said, “Well, then, Mr. Smarty, you timed your battle wrong. You made a blunder——”
“The pleasure is mine,” I said.