"G--o--o--d night!" I said; "it was a kind of a pale white."

"And I dare say," Mr. Ellsworth said, all the while slapping me on the
shoulder, "that our deep-dyed villain is going to prove a very good
friend."

"Even if you're deep-dyed," said Pee-wee, "sometimes the colors will
run and you won't be so deep-dyed after all. My sister had a skirt and
she dyed it a deep--"

Honest, that kid is a scream.




CHAPTER IV

THE PLOT GROWS THINNER--OR ELSE THICKER

Pee-wee says it grows thicker and I say it grows thinner, so I put it
both ways. I told him things would begin to stir up in this chapter
and he said a thing always gets thicker when you stir it. I should
worry.

"Suppose we should go boating or something like that where there's a
lot of water," I told him; "that would thin it some if you added water
wouldn't it?"

"You're crazy," he shouted.