“Sure we do,” said the Maniac. “You mean if you take an apple and a cup of hot water before retiring, you’ll never get a puncture.”
I wish you could have seen that yard. It was a dandy place for a picnic. The grass was so soft and green. Gee, it was a dandy farm.
“How can anyone ever accuse this place of being haunted?” asked the Maniac. “I think it’s a picture.”
“Let’s go up to the hay loft,” said Pee-wee. “I can see lots of hay through this big door.”
“Be careful, that’s all I’ve got to say,” said Westy.
“I suppose it’s all right for us to climb up, we’re not hurting anything, or breaking anything, what do you think, Roy?” asked Warde.
“I think it’s all right, we’re just having some fun, or honest pleasure, (oh what’s that saying again?) and I don’t think anyone’s mean enough to begrudge us our fun.”
“You’ve got a good line, Roy,” said Warde.
“Come on, we’re going to invade this barn, with you as our gallant leader,” said the Maniac.
“Who, me?” said I. “Let Pee-wee lead us. Why to-morrow the whole town will know about the brave scouts; when Mr. Oltiemer reads his paper, he will know how the brave scouts, or rather how the charge of the light brigade swept the country side, how it invaded the poor old defenseless barn, with brigadier-general Harris leading his brave regiment through all sorts of falls and somersaults!”