I took out my scout note-book and made believe to write things down. "We'll just make up the menu," I said.
All of a sudden Pee-wee came out of his trance and shouted, "You mean me?"
"Menu," I said; "yes, they mean you." Then I said, "Would you like to have the fried potatoes stewed, or would you prefer to have them mashed with the skins on?"
One of the girls said to Pee-wee, "Don't you mind him, he's just too silly."
"Do you prefer your fried eggs in the shells, or would you like them roasted in ice-water? It doesn't make any difference to him," Connie said.
"Don't you pay any attention to them," Grace Bentley said to Pee-wee; "some of us will come over in the boat for you to-morrow morning, and when the dinner is ready, we want all of you to come, won't you?"
"Sure, we'll hike around the shore," I said, "and get up good appetites. We'll be there at about twelve-sixty. We'll come around the longest way, so we'll get good and hungry."
"Oh, that will be just lovely," they said, "and we'll have a perfectly scrumptious time. Do you like pie? We've got a whole big jar full of mince meat."
"You have to be careful about mince pie," Pee-wee said; "it's better, maybe, not to eat mince pie."
"Who's a coward?" Westy piped up. "Do you think a scout is afraid of a piece of mince pie?"