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Updated: June 2, 2025
"Well, I never in all my life !" said Aunt Jamsiah as Pee-wee stepped out of the car. "In goodness' name, where's the rest of you? I thought you were a great, tall, strapping boy. I hope your appetite's bigger than your body. And what on earth is that saucepan for? Are you going to cook us all alive?
So he was allowed to stand in the doorway and see his partner as she lay there sleeping the good sleep of utter exhaustion. "When she wakes up," Aunt Jamsiah said pleasantly. Pee-wee knew the circumstances of her being found at the burning bridge and brought home, but he asked no questions and Aunt Jamsiah said nothing of the events of that momentous night.
"What is the secret, Pepsy?" Aunt Jamsiah asked gently; "maybe I can help you." "I won't tell I won't tell anybody," Pepsy sobbed. They were accustomed to these outbursts of her tense little nature and said no more. Pepsy went up to her little room under the eaves, catching each breath and trembling. No wonder they had not understood her at that big brick orphan home. No wonder she had hated it.
She did not understand it. And now that she had failed, the catastrophe in the cellar loomed larger, and she saw her nocturnal truancy as a serious thing. What would Aunt Jamsiah think of this? Pepsy had been forbidden to go away from the farm at night, except to weekly prayer meeting.
He had preferred cards to paper because they would not blow and tear and Aunt Jamsiah had given him a pile of these, uniform in size, on one side of which had been printed election notices of the previous year. It was impossible, therefore, for Pee-wee to include all of each tempting announcement on one card, so he used two cards for each reminder to the public.
Last night she made a dreadful mess in the cellar. She was at the kerosene; oh, it makes me just sick to think of it. She had some rags soaked with kerosene. Some of them were found out by the well. The others " Aunt Jamsiah lifted her handkerchief to her eyes and wept for a moment, silently. "What others?" Pee-wee asked. "The ones that were used to set fire to the bridge, dear.
"I ain't going to kiss him," the girl said by way of compromising. "You give him a welcome just like Wiggle is doing," said Aunt Jamsiah, "and be ashamed that you have to learn your manners from such as he. You do as I say now." "You're welcome and I can beat you running," the girl said. "Girls are afraid of snakes," Pee-wee retorted.
"Let's go and ask Aunt Jamsiah about it right now," she said. "Let me do it, I know how to handle her," said Pee-wee. And Pepsy deferred to the master mind, as usual. Permission to use the well house once secured, preparations for the vast enterprise progressed rapidly.
Jensen, he put up a sign, and he said no one should sell things on his property and he owns all the property along the road, and you bet everybody is scared of him. So now we're going to have a great big business and we began as poor boys, I mean girls, I mean a boy and a girl. So don't you believe anything that anybody tells you, not even not even Aunt Jamsiah.
Meanwhile the individual who had been cited as a model of social correctness by Aunt Jamsiah stood upon the doorstep looking eagerly up into Pee-wee's face and wagging his tail with vigorous and lightning rapidity. Wiggle's tail was easily the fastest thing in Everdoze. His head vibrated in unison with it and his look of intentness carried with it all sorts of friendly expectations.
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