By that time the Italian boy was standing by the table waiting. Pee-wee looked as if he should worry about the Italian boy. I think there wasn’t anything on that card but maybe about two things, but Pee-wee kept studying it. Pretty soon the waiter went away and came back with two waffles on two plates and a little jar of honey. Then they started eating.
“What do you think of it?” Warde asked.
“It’s a scene that none but an artist could paint,” Brent said.
“Keep still, don’t laugh,” Warde said to me.
Pretty soon we could hear Pee-wee telling the girl about the scouts. He told her they have to be shivellers.
“Do you suppose she knows he means chivalry?” Warde asked us.
“Hsh, keep still,” Brent whispered. “Listen.” He caught Hervey by the arm; I guess he was afraid Hervey was going to throw something.
“They have to be thrifty,” we could hear Pee-wee saying; “so that’s why they always have money. They don’t need it because they can depend on nature, but they have it because they’re thrifty. In the forest you need a lot of lore and things like that. A sharpy, he’d starve in the forest, but I wouldn’t.”
“Can you picture him starving,” I whispered to Brent.
“Cake-eaters, they never have any money,” Pee-wee said.