"If we can get them," young Mr. Barnard replied.
"G—o—o—d night!" Peewee commented.
"Our young hero has a fine voice for eating," Roy observed. "Sometimes he eats his own words, he's so hungry."
"I don't think you can beat the Dansburg, Ohio, scouts eating," Mr. Barnard observed.
"Is Dansburg on the map?" Peewee wanted to know.
"Well, it thinks it is," Mr. Barnard smiled.
"I know all about geography," Peewee piped up, "and natural history, too. I got E plus in geometry."
"Can you name five animals that come from the North Pole?" Peewee demanded, regaining his seat after an inglorious tumble.
"Four polar bears and a seal," Roy answered; "no sooner said than stung. Our young hero is the camp cut-up. You fellows ought to be glad he won't be up on the hill with you. He's worse than the mosquitoes."
"We used to bunk in those cabins on the hill," Peewee said; "there are snakes and things up there. Are you scared of girls?"