“Will you tell me the no fooling reason,” Pee-wee shouted.
I said, “The no fooling reason is the evil of drink, how you go after sodas just when the train is going to come and Dub is so polite he wouldn’t go without saying good-by to you. He’s not like me, I’d be glad to say good-by to you any time. Will you please go and find out how soon the next bus goes up to Leeds? All our fine plans for Dub going home are spoiled by ice cream sodas and they’ll be the cause of your downfall yet.”
“Are you going to talk some sense!” Pee-wee shouted. “What was the honest and truly reason?”
“Why should I talk sense just to please you,” I said. “Gee whiz, I wouldn’t talk sense to please anybody—I’ll leave it to Will.”
Oh boy, you should have seen the way Mr. and Mrs. Dawson laughed. Mabel looked at Dub awful nice and friendly, kind of, and she said, “Aren’t they perfectly idiotic, Dub?”
“They’ve been doing just like that for the last two weeks,” Dub said, kind of bashful like.
“If you don’t like it, you can go my way and I’ll go yours,” I told him. We should worry.
THE END