I said, “Believe me, we can give you the best recommendations.”
Then the man said, “Well, I’m sorry I can’t let you go through the house.”
I said, “You don’t think we’d take any food, do you?”
He said, “Not that, but I’m afraid going through the house is out of the question. If you would care to try climbing over it I’ll supply you with ladders. While my gardener is getting the ladders, cake and pie will be served. That is my proposition. If you care to take me up, all right. If not, we part friends. A man’s house is his castle; I dare say you’ve heard that. If you are so wild and adventurous, show your mettle.”
I said, “Didn’t you see metal enough when my official staff spilled the saucepan and the coffee-pot and things?”
The man just said, “That is my offer. Cake, pie and the roof. Or nothing. You are the leader. What do you say?”
“Say yes,” Pee-wee whispered to me.
Jiminies, that kid would climb over the Woolworth Building for a piece of pie.