Brent asked them, “Are you reading the Dolly Dimple Series?”
Marjorie said, “No, we’re not reading the Dolly Dimple Series, Mr. Freshy. We’re reading Treasure Island, so there.”
“Jelly cones don’t go with Treasure Island,” I said.
“Oh, yes, they do, you’ll see them go,” Stella said.
“She’s right,” Pee-wee shouted; “because the more excited you get the faster you eat. Treasure Island is better than Dolly Dimple for eating those things—jelly cones. And anyway scouts have to be loyal and we’ll stick to you till they’re all gone and besides that I’ve read Treasure Island so I don’t have to listen if I don’t want to, I can just eat. Gee, I want to see you start making them because if they’re kind of disguised as ice cream cones I bet they’re good.”
“Listen to starving Russia,” I said. “He’s so dumb he thinks Cook’s Tours are named after a chef.”
CHAPTER XII
GIRLS AND WASPS
All the while Hervey Willetts was lying on his back looking up in the air and not saying anything. When he can’t be moving he’s as still as a ghost. He was kind of kicking his hat from one foot to the other. All of a sudden he started something—that was just like him. That fellow can start something lying on his back. He said, “Oh, look at the wasps’ nest up there in the tree.”
Gee whiz, you should have seen those girls jump. Right then we all noticed that there were wasps flying around above us and in and out of the big nest. It was a great big nest, as big as a watermelon and the entrance to it was underneath; it was a hole about as big round as a quarter.
Hervey said, “Give me a stick and I’ll knock it down and we’ll have a game of football with it while we’re waiting for the jelly cones, or whatever you call them.”