"Oh, it will be just dear," another one of the girls said, and then they all crowded around Pee-wee and began saying, "You'll surely be ready, won't you? We'll come over for you at ten o'clock. And we'll have everything ready for you. We've got lots of flour and seasoning——"
I said, "What kind of seasoning; summer or winter?"
They told Pee-wee not to mind us, and that we probably wouldn't stop talking till our mouths were busy doing something else.
"What—what—time did you say you'd come?" he began stammering.
"At ten o'clock, and you'll be ready, won't you?"
"I—ye—yes," he stammered out.
"Positively?" Grace Bentley said.
"You—you can—you know, you never—kind of—maybe—you never can be sure of anything," he blurted out.
"But say you'll surely come," she hammered at him. "Will you?"
He said, "I guess—sure—yop." And he looked all around as if he was going to start to run.