not supposed to throw tomatoes and eggs and things because you can have
more fun eating them. I wouldn't waste a tomato on that feller because
anyway you've got your tongue."

"You can't sass him," said Pepsy, "because he uses big words and he's
such a smarty and he makes you feel silly and then you begin to cry and
get mad. When he says I'm an orphan and things--and things--Wiggle
hates him, too, don't you, Wiggle?" The girl was almost crying then and
Pee-wee comforted her.

"Do you think I don't know any long words?" he said. "I know some of the
longest words that were ever invented and--and--even I can make special
ones myself. Once I--don't you cry--once I was kept in school and Julia
Carson was kept in too, because she wriggled in her seat--you know how
girls do. I had to choose a word and write it a hundred times and I
didn't want to get through too soon, because I wanted to get out the
same time she did. So I chose the word incomprehensibility, and I--"

"Is that girl pretty?" Pepsy wanted to know.

"She's got a wart on her finger. It's the best one I ever saw," Pee-wee
said. "She's afraid to get in a boat, that girl is."

"I hate her," Pepsy said.

"What for?" Pee-wee inquired. "Because she has a wart? Don't you know
it's good luck to have warts?"

"Because--because she was bad and had to stay after school," Pepsy said.

"That shows how much you know about logic," Pee-wee said, "because I had
to stay too and I was worse than she was. So there."

"I wouldn't be afraid to get in a boat," Pepsy said proudly.

"I never said she was like you," Pee-wee declared. "She's not a tomboy."

Pepsy seemed comforted.

"You leave that feller to me," Pee-wee said. "I can handle Roy Blakeley
and all his patrol and they're a lot of jolliers--they think they're so
smart."

"I like you better than all of them," Pepsy said. "Sometimes I'm kept
after school too, you can ask Miss Bellison."

"One thing sure, I like you well enough to be partners with you,"
Pee-wee said. "Do you want me to tell you something? I thought of a way
to make a lot of money, and if I do I'm going to buy three new tents for
our troop. Do you want to go partners with me? We'll say the tents are
from both of us and we'll have a lot of fun."

"I had a dollar once and I sent it to the heathens," Pepsy said, "and
I'd rather help you than the heathens, because I like you better."

"Heathens are all right," Pee-wee said, "and I'm not saying anything