“Good-morning glory,” said Roy.
“How do you do drop—that’s the way you should answer him,” said Pee-wee; “come right back at him—don’t let him get away with it.”
Jeffrey stared. “That’s a good thick one,” he said, referring to a branch Roy was about to use.
“Sure, it was brought up on oatmeal,” said Roy. “Stand from under!”
Jeffrey hastened to get out of the way.
“How long is it?” said he.
“’Bout as long as a short circuit,” said Roy.
“What?”
“I said it’s a beautiful afternoon this morning,” said Roy. “Well, you got wished onto the large Edgevale Patrol, hey? Three members. Some patrol!”
“Whose cabin is that next one?” Jeffrey asked irrelevantly.