"As long as it's not school," said Pee-wee.

"Oh, that's understood," said the other boy; "let's talk of something
pleasant."

"I bet there'll be a lot of apples here later," said Pee-wee; "when
it's vacation, hey?"

"I don't know whether they'll be here," said the other boy, "because
you can't trust this blamed island over night, but they'll be on the
tree, wherever it is, and the way to find them will be to look for the
tree."

"_You said it_," said Pee-wee. "What's your name?"

"Roland Poland," said the boy; "Roly Poly for short."

"Mine's Walter Harris, but they call me Pee-wee. How did this island
get here anyway?"

"It started being an island under my very feet," said Roly Poly.
"There are five scouts in my patrol besides myself; we're just getting
started----"

"I'm the only one in my patrol," Pee-wee interrupted. "Where do you
come from?"

"From North Bridgeboro," said Roly Poly, swinging his legs. "The six
of us went to camp for the day just above old Trimmer's land up the
river."