“Very snifty,” Brent said.
“It’s only four months old,” Pee-wee said.
“Maybe that’s the reason it hasn’t learned to walk yet,” Brent told him. “Well, we’ll take a squint.”
Brent opened the hood while the rest of us piled into the car.
“You can’t make it go,” Skinny piped up; “if Harry couldn’t, you can’t.”
“What do you bet?” Brent said.
“You can’t,” Skinny said.
I don’t know what Brent did to the motor, but pretty soon he closed the hood, whistling to himself all the while, and got into the car. All of a sudden, br, br, br, br, br, she was purring away like an old cat.
“What do you say now?” he began laughing. Poor little Skinny didn’t have anything to say.
“What did you do to it?” I asked.