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Updated: May 12, 2025
Come and read it!" shouted little Silas Knapp as he madly intercepted Pee-wee who, as I have said, was about to run to the house. "It's a monolopy or somethin' like that Mr. Drowser says so! Come and read it!" So before going to the house Pee-wee went and read it. He did not know that the stern phraseology had been penned ever so tenderly and with a twinkle in the eye, of the writer.
So Pepsy had kept her word after all, her one poor little investment of kindness had paid a hundred percent dividend, and the partners were the owners of a monopoly, or a monolopy, whichever you choose to call it. Along the road and over the stone wall and straight across the bed of tiger-lilies sped Pee-wee, using his own particular mode of scout pace, patent not applied for.
But before the new million-dollar bridge was finished the Pepsy Roadside Rest was flourishing as the only real "monolopy" in Everdoze. So it befell that the big black wagon belonging to the brick orphan home came and turned around and went back again. The men who drove it didn't buy so much as a gumdrop. But what cared the partners?
Across the side porch and into the kitchen he went, pell-mell, shouting in a voice to crack the heavens. "It's a monolopy I mean a monopoly! We've got a monopoly! Where's everybody? Hey, Aunt Jamsiah, where are you? Where's Uncle Eb? Hurry up and make some doughnuts? There's a detour! Cars hundreds of cars from the highway they're coming along the road. You ought to see. Where's the ice-pick?
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