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To-morrow is Saturday, there's no school." "There's a school, only we don't go to it," Peewee shouted. "For that take a slap on the wrist and repeat the scout law nineteen times backward," Roy said. "Who's going to boss this meeting? "I won't let anybody boss me," Peewee yelled. Roy vaulted upon the table, while the others crowded about, Tom all the while laughing silently.
"'Has Alf come yet? says Peewee, but he don't look at me. "'Not yet, but he's expected, I says, 'n' Peewee sticks his head down in the straw 'n' makes a noise like Harry Evans' machine. I does the same. "As soon as I can see again, there's Butsy leadin' his hoss fur the gate. "'Now you've done it, I says to Peewee. "Peewee sets up 'n' takes a look. "'Hi, Butsy! he yells, 'come on back here!
And little they knew of this new and frightful war that he was struggling through with all the power of his brave, dogged nature. Little they knew how he lay awake night after night, starting at every chime of the city's clock, of how he did the best he could each day, waiting and longing for Friday night, hoping, hoping that Peewee and Roy would surely be there.
But if lying be a vice, surely, said he, discretion is a virtue. "My dear Mr. Gray," said Dr. Peewee to that gentleman when he was about establishing his school in the village, and was consulting with the Doctor about bringing his boys to church "my dear Mr. In fact, Christianity is discretion. A man must preach at sins, not sinners.
"Yes sir," the young man answered pleasantly, "and we're the first Dansburg, Ohio, troop." "Do you like mince-pie?" Peewee shouted. "We eat it alive," said scoutmaster Barnard. "Can you eat seven pieces?" Peewee demanded. "If we can get them," young Mr. Barnard replied. "G o o d night!" Peewee commented. "Our young hero has a fine voice for eating," Roy observed.
"Peewee Simpson has come over to chew the rag with me, 'n' he hears most of this talk. "'Wait till I call the boys, he says, when ole man Sanford goes in to look at the hoss. "'What fur? I says. "'Family prayers, says Peewee. "I throws a scraper at him, 'n' he goes on down the line singin', Onward, Christian Soldiers. "Ole man Sanford orders a set of silks.
Here, Cossy, come and give grandpa a kiss. And mind the boys! No speaking, no looking we are never to know them. You understand? Now go, dear." As she closed the door, Dr. Peewee also rose to take leave. "Doctor," said Mr. Burt, as the other pushed back his chair, "it is a very warm day. Let me advise you to guard against any sudden debility or effect of the heat by a little cordial."
Among his companions he was a great favorite and frequently was called by one of the several nicknames which his comrades had bestowed upon him. Peewee or Pygmy, the latter sometimes shortened to Pyg, were names to which he answered almost as readily as to his Christian name. His most intimate friend of the four was John Clemens, whose nickname, "String," indicated what his physique was.
"'There's a dispersal sale to-morrow at the Goodloe farm, says Peewee. ''N' I hear there's some real nice stuff going under the hammer. General Goodloe croaked this spring. They cleaned him in a cotton deal last year 'n' now their goin' to sell the whole works studs, brood mares, colts everything; plows, too you want a plow? All you need is a plow 'n' a mule to put you where you belong.
"Nobody says nothin'. "'I ain't got the heart to tell Butsy, says Peewee. "Harry Evans begins to turn the handle on his machine. He turns it fur ten minutes. When he's all in, he straightens up. "'Somebody'll have to help me crank her, he says. "The crowd goes to work. They all take turns. But she don't start.
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