The man just sat there a little while, kind of thinking. I began to get anxious.
The kid said, “You know scouts always wipe their feet when they go in a house. Maybe they’re kind of wild, but they always wipe their feet.”
I could see the man was trying hard not to laugh, and he just sat there thinking. Then he said, “Since you admit scouts are wild I think I won’t let them go through my house.”
“Now, you see,” I whispered to Pee-wee.
“Oh, they’re not so very wild,” he said.
All the time the man seemed to be thinking and he said, “If you could just climb over the house now; wouldn’t that be better? Since you can do anything? I think you said you are irresistible.”
Good night! I could have strangled that kid. I said, “We’d like to go the easiest way.”
The man said, “Ah, then you don’t really care for hard things? You are what might be called parlor scouts. I see. How about your appetites?”
“I’ll tell you about our appetites!” the kid shouted.