G—o—o—d night! I laughed so hard I nearly fell off my feet. Oh, boy, you should have seen Pee-wee's face. You just ought to have seen it.
CHAPTER XIV
PEE-WEE ON SCOUTING
"Absolutely, positively," I said; "he'll be there at ten-thirty. Do you want him to bring references?"
"We should say not," Grace Bentley said; "the idea! What we saw in the pictures was reference enough."
Good night, you should have seen Pee-wee's face. He just stood there, gazing about as if he were in a trance.
One of the girls said, "Won't it be adorable! We're going to have chicken."
"Cooking chicken is his favorite indoor sport," Westy said. "How do you like your roast chicken; fried or stewed? It's all the same to him."