CHAPTER XV
STUNG
I said, “Excuse me while I fall in a faint.” I just fell on the ground and buried my face in my hands. The next thing I knew Warde was lying beside me suffering from shock. I said, “The fixer has fixed it.”
Pee-wee just stood staring. “You make me tired,” he shouted. “Do you mean to say I can’t take that out——”
“Oh, absolutely, positively not,” I said; “a scout’s honor——”
“It’s just a what d’you call it—a teckinality,” he shouted. “If they have to have that thing——”
“Oh, we don’t, we don’t!” the girls began crying. “Don’t touch it whatever you do! Remember your promise! Don’t go near it!”
I jumped up and I said, “Girls, a scout’s honor is to be trusted. The deed is did. The jelly cone maker stays in the wasps’ nest. Who cares for jelly cones? Our honor is the only thing that counts. You can depend on us, girls. We are boy scouts. The fixer has fixed it, and it will stay fixed.”
“Is the little tin cone very necessary?” Brent asked them.
Marjorie said, “Oh, yes; you see we wrap the pie crust around it, that makes it into a cone shape, you know. Then we push it off carefully and stand it in a pan, a hot pan——”
“Mmm, yum, yum,” I said.