He said, "Now this is a sandwich."
Pee-wee just stood there gaping at it and I said to him, "What's the matter? Do you want to eat it?"
The two big placards were tied together at the top with a rope and Mr. Tarkin slipped them over Pee-wee so that one covered the front of him and the other covered his back. You couldn't see anything but his head and his feet. Mr. Tarkin began laughing and the fellows all screamed.
"Now you're a sandwich man," Mr. Tarkin said; "you're the inside part."
"You're a hunk of cheese," I said.
"You're a sardine," Connie shouted.
Oh, boy, you should have seen Pee-wee! He just stood there looking all around him, his head sticking up from between those two big placards, while the rest of us danced around him, just hooting. Crinkums! It was the funniest thing I ever saw. Even Mr. Tarkin was laughing so hard he could hardly speak.
"Walk over to the window and back again," he said.
Honest, I can't tell you about it. I just sat on the counter and screamed. Westy had his arms folded and he was just doubled up, laughing. Pee-wee strutted around and you couldn't see any part of him, except just his head. It was as good as a circus.
"Smile and look pretty," I said.