hand on a knotty projection of the trunk while with the other
he clutched his luscious refreshment.

The safety of his small form as he sat on the shaky limb depended upon
his hold of the trunk, while the tremendous responsibility of holding
his banana devolved upon the other hand.

Pee-wee was so much smaller than he should have been and the banana so
much larger than it should have been that they might almost be said to
have been of the same size.

The slender limb on which Pee-wee sat trembled and creaked with each
enormous bite that he took. The bright morning sunlight, wriggling
through the foliage overhead, picked out the round face and curly hair
of our young hero and showed him in all his pristine glory, frowning a
terrible frown, clinging for dear life with one hand and engaged in his
customary occupation of eating.

He had ascended to this leafy throne with the banana in his pocket but
he could not restore it to his pocket now even if he wished to. However,
he did not wish to. In a military sense he was in a predicament, both
arms were in bad strategic position and his center exposed to assault.
His leafy throne was like many another throne in these eventful
times--extremely shaky.

But the commissary department was in fine shape....

Suddenly the expeditionary forces of Uncle Sam appeared in the form of
the postman, who paused on his way across the lawn to the house.

"Hello, up there," he said, suddenly discovering Pee-wee.

"Hello yourself and see how you like it," the mascot of the Ravens
called down.

"I saw a banana up there and I thought maybe you were behind it," the
postman called, as he looked among the pack of letters he held in his
hand.

"It's only half a banana," Pee-wee shouted.

"Well, you're only half a scout," the postman said; "you'd better drop
it, here's a letter for you."

"For me?"

"For you."

Steadying himself, Pee-wee took an enormous bite, considerably reducing
the length of the banana. "Wait a minute till I finish it," he said as
best he could with his mouth full. "Waaer--mint."

"Can't wait," the postman said, heartlessly moving away.

"Waymnt," Pee-wee yelled, frantically taking another bite;
"wayermntdyehear, waymnt!"

"Do you think the government can wait for you to finish a banana?" the
postman demanded with a wicked grin upon his face. "You got two hands;
here, take the letter if you want it; here it is," he added, reaching
up.

Pee-wee tried to dispa