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Updated: May 4, 2025
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.
Pepsy sat down on a rock by the roadside partly to rest and partly because she did not want to go home. She knew, or she ought to have known, that Aunt Jamsiah was pretty sure to be lenient about a harmless transgression with so generous a motive. But the warning voice from that unseen bridge disconcerted her.
Get your lemonade here!" They usually answered by asking how they could get to West Baxter. And Pee-wee would answer, "You have to go four miles back, get your hot doughnuts here." Then they would start back but they never, never got their hot doughnuts there. If Pee-wee's stout heart was losing hope he did not show it, but Pepsy was frankly in despair.
It is painful to relate that in process of being captured one of these youthful fugitives delivered a devastating blow upon the long nose of the constable thereby unconsciously doing a good turn like a true scout and repaying him in kind for his treatment of Pee-wee Thus it will be seen that fate is just for, as Pee-wee explained to Pepsy, "He got everything I wanted him to get, a punch in the nose and two hundred and fifty dollars.
"If we count Wiggle in that will make four," Pee-wee said, "and none of us will die. If the customers die that doesn't count, does it?" Pepsy did not hear this rather ominous prediction about those who would eat the waffles and the taffy. Her hate and her tears were her only arguments, but they won the day.
"Because, anyway," Pee-wee said, alluding to his former query, "if anybody says she burned down the bridge on purpose it's a lie. I don't care who says it, it's a lie. She's she's my partner and it's a lie. If even if the minister says it, it's a lie!" "Listen, my dear boy," said his aunt kindly. "I'm not angry with Pepsy, poor child. I'm not accusing her, and you mustn't talk about the Rev. Mr.
Everything always comes out all right," continued the little optimist between tremendous sucks, "and if you're going to get a punch in the nose you get it, and you can see how Mr. Bungel got paid back auto what'd you call it?" "Automobile?" Pepsy ventured. "Automatically," Pee-wee blurted out, catching a fugitive drop of lemon juice as it was about to leave his chin.
Once in that Pepsy felt that her fate would be sealed. She had never been away from Everdoze since she had first been taken there. Baxter City was a vast place which she had seen in her dreams, a place where people were arrested and run over and where the constables were dressed up like soldiers. She clung tight to Pee-wee's hand.
"Wiggle," she sobbed in a whisper; "why why didn't you you tell me it was you Wiggle?" But he only licked her hand again as if to say, "If there is anything on for to-night, I'm with you. Cheer up. Adventures are my middle name". ... For a few seconds Pepsy stood in suspense amid the spreading, dripping havoc she had caused, listening for some sound above.
"That's what wakes me up in the morning, the mail wagon going over," Pepsy said; "I know it's time to get up then. Those planks can talk, they say the same thing every day." You have to go back, You have to go back, You have to go back. You listen to-morrow morning." "They could never wake me up," Pee-wee said, which was probably true. "What do you mean about their saying you have to go back?"
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