"Not so you'd notice it," one of the Dansburg scouts said.
"Gee, I'm not scared of girls, that's one thing," Peewee informed them. "I'm not scared of any kind of wild animals."
"And would you call a girl a wild animal?" young Mr. Barnard inquired, highly amused.
"They scream when they get in a boat," Peewee said; "most always they smile at me."
"Oh, that's nothing, the first time I ever saw you I laughed out loud," Roy said.
And at that everybody laughed out loud, and somebody gave Peewee an apple which kept him quiet for a while.
"I'm very sorry we can't all be up on that hill together," Mr. Barnard said, "I gather that it's a rather isolated spot."
"What's an isolated spot?" Peewee yelled.
"It's a spot where they cut ice," said Roy; "shut up, will you?"
"Are there only three cabins up there?" one of the Dansville scouts wanted to know.