They all lined it up with the tree so as to make sure.
“Now you watch us,” I said to the girls.
“Oh, we’ll watch you,” one of them said. Then they all began to laugh again.
I said, “If you have patrols in the Girl Scouts, yours ought to be called the Laughing Hyenas. What’s the idea?”
They didn’t answer, only just stood there giggling. They ought to have a merit badge for giggling in the Girl Scouts.
“We think you’re so funny,” one of them said; “especially that little boy.”
“Your village isn’t so big if it comes to that,” Pee-wee said.
“No, but it hasn’t got coffee-pots and frying pans and old phonographs hanging all over it,” one of them said, laughing all the while. “He looks like an ash wagon.”
“That shows how much you know about scouting,” the kid shouted. “Don’t you know that scouts are supposed to cook their own meals?”