Mr. Bartlett.

"I will do no such thing," said his wife. "I thought you were a poor
little starving urchin, Walter. Wherever did you get that sweater?"

"I don't believe he's had anything to eat for half an hour," said Mr.
Bartlett. "Well, how is my old college chum, Pee-wee? You make her give
you the twenty-five cents, Pee-wee."

"A scout can't accept money like that," said Mrs. Bartlett reprovingly,
"it's against their rules. Don't you know that?"

Pee-wee cast a longing glance back at the window of Pfiffel's Bakery and
then proceeded to set Mrs. Bartlett right on the subject of the scout
law.

"It--it depends on what you call rides; see?'" he said.

"And on what you call hungry," added Mr. Bartlett.

"If--if you--kind of--want to do a good turn, I haven't got any right
to stop you, have I?" Pee-wee said. "Because good turns are the main
things. Gee whiz, I haven't got any right to interfere with those. I
haven't got any right to accept money for a service, but
suppose--suppose there's a jelly roll--"

"There is," said Mr. Bartlett, "but in two minutes there isn't going to
be. You go in and get that jelly roll as a favor to Mrs. Bartlett And
hurry up back and we'll take you to the Lyric."

"I was going there anyway," Pee-wee said, "I want to see The Bandit of
Harrowing Highway, it's in five reels."

"Well, you come along with us," said Mr. Bartlett, "and then you'll be
doing two good turns. You'll be doing a favor to Mrs. Bartlett by buying
a jelly roll and you'll be doing a favor to me by making a party of
three to see The Bandit of Harrowing Highway. What do you say?"

"Three's my lucky number," said Pee-wee. Then, suddenly bethinking
himself he added, "but I don't mean I want to get three jelly
rolls--you understand."

"Yes, we understand," said Mrs. Bartlett.

So it befell that Pee-wee, alias Walter Harris, scout of the first class
(in quality if not in quantity) found himself riding luxuriously down
Main Street in the rear seat of Mr. Bartlett's big Hunkajunk touring
car, eating a jelly roll with true scout relish, for it was now close to
eight o'clock and Pee-wee had not eaten anything since supper-time.
Having completed this good turn to Mrs. Bartlett he proceeded to do a
good turn to himself by bringing forth two sandwiches out of the pocket
usually associated with a far more dangerous weapon. This was his
emergency kit which he always carried. Morning, noon, or night, he
always carried a coup