characteristic of him. "I woudn' join 'em, because they're a lot of
sissies," he said, "but yer needn' be ascared ter come down here
because I woudn' leave no guy hurt yer; I woudn' leave 'em guy yer
because yer a Boy Scout. If any of 'em starts guyen yer he'll get an
upper cut, see?"

Pee-wee went on his way thoroughly disappointed and disheartened. His
thought was not that he had made a friend, but that he had lost a
possible recruit. He had cherished no thought of reforming the wicked
and uplifting the lowly in his effort to enlist this outlandish denizen
of the slums. He was not the goody-goody little scout propagandist
that we sometimes read about. He had simply been desperate and had
lost all sense of discrimination. Anything would do if he could only
start a patrol. What this sturdy little scout failed to understand was
that in this particular enterprise the Boy Scouts had lost out but that
Pee-wee Harris had won.




CHAPTER VII

APPLE BLOSSOM TIME

Pee-wee stopped in Bennett's Fresh Confectionery and regaled his
drooping spirit with a chocolate soda. Then he continued his stroll up
Main Street. He had always advertised his conviction that things
invariably came his way but nothing came his way on this lonely
Saturday morning.