If we get there in time for the educational films, that's all I care
about. You gave money for the starving children of France. Do you
suppose I'm going to sit face to face with a little boy--_starving?_"

"I can't see his face," said Mr. Bartlett, "but he looks as if he had
the Woolworth Building in his back pocket."

"Little boy," Mrs. Bartlett called in her sweetest tone, "here is some
money for you. You go into that store and--_gracious me_, it's Walter
Harris! What on earth are you doing here, Walter? I thought you were a
poor little--I thought you were hungry."

The sturdy but diminutive form and the curly head and frowning
countenance which stood confronting her were none other than those of
Pee-wee Harris, B.S.A. (Boy of Special Appetite or Boy Scouts of
America, whichever you please), and he stared her full in the face
without shame.

"That's the time you guessed right," he said.

"I am."




CHAPTER III

THREE GOOD TURNS