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Pee-wee did not wait to hear more. He just could not stand there. "When when are they coming?" he asked. "I reckon to morrow, boy. Now, you look here ." But Pee-wee had gone. Up the narrow, boxed-in stairs he went, never asking permission. He could see nothing but a big enclosed wagon, dark inside, with Pepsy inside it. He had no more idea what he was going to do that day than the man in the moon.
Because you know how I told you I was a good fixer and I'm always lucky, you have to admit that." "Can I be the one to count the money?" Pepsy asked. "Sure, and I'll be the one to eat what's left of the things that won't keep," said Pee-wee. "Only don't you worry no matter what you hear " She was on the point of telling him how Mr.
Licorice Stick's encounters with "sperrits" had never brought him a cent. But deliberately to sacrifice this fabulous sum in the interest of a poor little invalid that he had never seen, made Pee-wee not only a prophet but a saint to poor Pepsy. If scouts did things like this they were certainly extraordinary creatures.
"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.
"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.
"If they took him to a hospital in New York then he wouldn't have to die because they could fix him," Pepsy said. "I heard Aunt Jamsiah say so. There are doctors there that can' fix people all well again." "I bet I'm as good a fixer as they are," Pee-wee said; "I fixed lots of people; I fixed a whole patrol once." "So they wouldn't die?" "They thought they were smart but I fixed them."
To give two hundred and fifty dollars to a person who has boxed your ears and then to go merrily upon your way in quest of new triumphs, that Pepsy could not understand. The whole business had transpired so quickly that Pepsy had only seen the two hundred and fifty dollars flying in the air, as it were, and now they were poor again, even before they had realized their riches.
No one was at the shack when they reached it for Pepsy was about her household duties, so she had no knowledge of this new recruit in their enterprise. Pee-wee's conscience was clear in this matter, however, for he had enlisted Licorice Stick as an employee, at the staggering salary of twenty-five cents a week; there was no thought of his being a partner.
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?
The person who would now do Pepsy the good turn which would bring success and fortune to their little enterprise and enable Scout Harris to buy three tents, was Mr. Ira Jensen who lived in the big red house up the road. A very mighty man was Mr. Ira Jensen almost as terrible in worldly grandeur and official power as a prosecutor. Not quite, but almost.
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