"Our young hero," Connie giggled.
"Let's see you go scout pace," Wig said.
"Advancing stealthily," I said; "our young hero charged upon the hooting multitude and——"
"Look at him turn around," Wig laughed; "look at him try to read it. Oh, save me!"
Pee-wee was swinging around like a sailing ship in the wind and craning his neck and trying to read the printing. All of a sudden he lifted the whole thing off.
"Do you think I'd wear that thing?" he yelled. "What do you think I am?"
"If you'd just stroll up and down Main Street with that," Mr. Tarkin said; "it would attract attention——"
"G—o—o—d night! You said it!" I just blurted out.
"I wouldn't do it!" Pee-wee shouted "Do you think I'm a dunce? Do you think I'm going to march up and down Main Street with that thing on, like a—like a scarecrow—with all you fellows laughing at me?"
"You look too sweet for anything," Westy told him.