Just then our brave young hero went up in the air. “You think you’re smart frightening girls, don’t you!” he shouted. “Don’t you know a scout has to be a shiveller——”
“What’s that?” I asked him.
“He has to have chivalry,” he said. “Maybe you think it’s funny frightening girls about pouring wasps——”
I said, “It doesn’t hurt them a bit, it’s absolutely painless—endorsed by the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals.”
“You mean the Society for the Prevention of Lunatics!” he yelled. “It shows how much you know about scouting and resource and things like that——”
Brent said, “Resource? Is that any relation to apple sauce?”
“It’s a relation to scouting,” the kid yelled.
“It’s something like cranberry sauce,” I said.
“Don’t you be afraid,” Pee-wee called to the girls; “I told you they were crazy.”
“Oh, make them stop! Don’t let them do it!” the girls shouted. They stood away off about fifty feet from the tree looking at it kind of terrified. All the while wasps were buzzing around the nest and Hervey was making believe to kick it.