"Oh, and didn't you kill yourself?" one of the girls wanted to know.
"Sure he did," Westy said; "but he's all right now."
"It's fine being a boy," Pee-wee said; "gee, I feel sorry for girls."
"Oh, and you can sew, too?" one of them asked him. "And cook?"
"Cook!" I said. "He used to be the chef in the Waldorf Castoria."
"Scouts have to know how to do everything," Pee-wee told her; "because suppose a scout is alone in the woods; he has to cook his dinner, doesn't he? He has to know how to do everything for himself, see? That's why I'll sew this jacket myself. That's what you call resourcefulness. A scout has to be full of that, see?"
"Oh, I think it's just wonderful!" the girl said.
"That's nothing," Pee-wee told her; "you can even cook moss and eat it if you're lost and hungry. Once I went two days without food."
"You mean two hours," Connie said.
"Anyway, it was two something or other," Pee-wee shouted.