CHAPTER II
MISSIONARY WORK
We had about two weeks to hang around Bridgeboro (that’s where we live) before starting for Temple Camp. If you want to know why we stayed behind when the Ravens and the Elks went, you’d better read the story that comes before this one. That will tell you how our young hero, the raving raven of the Ravens, happened to be wished on us, too.
Now a couple of days after Charlie Seabury started out west two or three of us were sitting in the swinging seat on my porch talking about what we’d do to kill time for a couple of weeks.
“What’s the matter with killing Pee-wee?” Westy wanted to know.
I said, “Speak of angels and you’ll hear the flutter of their wings; here he comes up the hill.”
“What’s he eating?” Dorry Benton asked.