Pee-wee didn't pay any attention, just kept marching up and down, waving the pan and yelling, "There are no more tenderflops to be flopped! Your last chance! Get a flop——"
And then, good morning sister Jane, there was just a little bunk and there was Pee-wee swinging the saucepan and trying to balance himself on one leg.
"Get—get a flop——" he was shouting.
And then, all of a sudden, around he went, and off the roof, kerflop into the load of sawdust.
It was the end of a perfect day.
CHAPTER XXXVIII
ALL ABOARD
The sawdust was all wet on account of there being ice in that ice-house, and it stuck all over our young hero's clothes and face, so he looked as if he were covered with very coarse sandpaper.