"That was nothing," Pee-wee told her; "it looks hard, but that's nothing. There's no such word as fail; that's a what d'ye call it, a maxwell."
"You mean a Ford," Connie said.
"He means a Pierce-Arrow," Westy shouted.
"He means a maxim, don't you?" the girl named Grace said. "And I think it's a perfectly splendid maxim."
"That's nothing," Pee-wee piped up; "I know a lot of maxims. I've got a collection of them."
"He catches them in the woods," I said.
"Don't you get discouraged," Pee-wee shouted.
"No, we won't," Grace said; "and don't you mind them, either. They're just teasing you. And we want to ask you if you'll do us a favor—a good turn. Will you?"
"Sure I will," he said, very manly; "what is it?"
"We want you to promise to come over to Camp Smile Awhile to-morrow and cook dinner for us. And we want to ask all the rest of you boys to come, too. We're just a lot of greenhorns about cooking; isn't it shameful to have to admit it? But we've got everything over there, food and utensils, and you can make us up a feast and we'll spend the afternoon visiting. Say you will. Will you?"