She said, “Oh, you’ll see. They’re made of pie crust; they look like ice cream cones only they’re filled with jam instead.”
“Yum, yum,” I said.
“How many are you going to make?” Pee-wee wanted to know.
She said, “As many as you can eat.”
I said, “Thou knowest not what thou sayest, girl.”
She said, “We’ve got a whole big bag of flour and two cans of jam, and we’re going to make oceans of them.”
“Atlantic or Pacific oceans?” Pee-wee piped up.
She said, “After lunch we always make a big boxful of them, just heaping over, and then we just lie back and rest and read aloud and gorge ourselves. We do that every Saturday. We come out in the woods and have a perfectly scrumptious time. And we don’t go home till the jelly cones are all gone.”
Brent said, “We’d even be willing to listen to you read if you’ll let us in on that.”
Stella Wingate said, “You’re perfectly horrid.”