"Do you know what I'd do if I had my way?" Pee-wee shouted.
"How many guesses do we have?" I asked him.
"I'd foil those profiteers, that's what I'd do," he said. "Fifteen cents for a cone! I can get three cones for that."
"And still you wouldn't be satisfied," Westy told him.
"Well, if I had your way with me, I'd give it to you," I told him; "but I left it home on the piano."
"Did you hear what that doughnut-man was saying about overhead expenses?" the kid shouted. "I looked up, but I didn't see any. There wasn't even a roof."
Laugh! I thought I'd fall in a fit.
"You can bet I know an overhead expense when I see one," he said, all the while trudging along the road, "and there wasn't any there."
"Overhead expenses are inside," Westy said; "they're the expenses of running a business. It might be the price of a carpet for the floor, see?"
"All you need is a pair of white duck trousers and your diploma with a pink ribbon around it," I told him. "Who in the world taught you all that? You must be studying accountancy."