I think he's got his pockets stuffed full of chapter headings and that
he'll be shooting them at me all the way through--like a machine--gun.

I guess I might as well tell you about Pee-wee before I tell you about
the conclave or whatever you call it He's Doctor Harris's son and he's
a member of the Raven Patrol. He's a member in good standing, only he
doesn't stand very high. Honest, you can hardly see him without a
magnifying glass. But for voice--good night!

He sings in the Methodist Church choir and they say he can throw his
voice anywhere. I wish he'd throw it in the ash barrel, I know that.
He always wears his belt-axe to troop meetings, in case the Germans
should invade Bridgeboro, I suppose. He's the troop mascot and if you
walk around him three times and ruffle up his beautiful curly hair,
you can change your luck.

Well, now I'll tell you about the meeting. We had a big special meeting
to decide about two things, and believe me, those two things had
momentous consequences. Momentous--that's a good word, hey?

One thing, we wanted to decide about our campaign for collecting books
for soldiers, and another thing, we wanted to decide how we could all
go up to Temple Camp in our cabin launch, the Good Turn.

This large arid what--do--you--call--it launch--I mean commodious
launch--is a dandy boat, except for one thing--the bow is too near the
stern. If we were sardines instead of boy scouts, it would be all right,
but you see there's twenty-four of us altogether, not counting Captain
Kidd, our mascot--he's a parrot.