"You're the worst of the lot," he yelled; "that pile of books, the ones
with the brown cord, were given to us by a kindly old gentleman; he--.

"A which?" Doc Carson said.

"Don't you know a kindly old gentleman when you see one?" Pee-wee
fairly screamed.

"Let's see one," Artie shouted.

And that's the way it went on till Mr. Ellsworth came to Pee-wee's
rescue like he always does. He said we should let Pee-wee have the
chair.

"Here's a couple of chairs for him," we shouted.

"He can have the table too, if he wants it," I said; anything to keep
him quiet.

"I don't want to be quiet," Pee-wee screamed.

Good night, that was some meeting. Well, pretty soon Mr. Ellsworth got
us all throttled down and Pee-wee started to tell us about his visit
to the kindly old gentleman. It seemed that was one of the houses that
Pee-wee called at alone and the kindly old gentleman fell for him like
grown up people mostly do. I don't know what it is but everybody seems
to like Pee-wee. You know just because you jolly a fellow, it's not a
sign you don't like him. Pee-wee is one bully little scout, I'll say
that much.