"Maybe we'll call ourselves the Airedales because scouts like fresh
air," Pee-wee said. "I got a lot of ideas."

"He thinks Airedales are named after the air," said Doc Carson.

"Sure, just the same as Pennsylvania is named after the Pennsylvania
Railroad," Roy said.

"You make me tired!" Pee-wee shouted disgustedly. "You leave it to me,
I'll think up a name. I know four fellers already that'll join. Maybe
I'll decide to start a whole new troop and not bother with this one."

"Why don't you start a whole new scout movement?" Roy asked. "Call it
the Boy Scouts of Pee-wee Harris. Discharge the Boy Scouts of America
altogether."

"I'll start something all right, you leave it to me," Pee-wee announced
darkly. "You think you're smart just because you write stories about
your adventures and you always make out that you're the hero. You
always make out that I get the worst of it. Gee whiz, if I ever write
any stories, I'll get my just deserts."

"Did I ever say you didn't get plenty of desserts?" Roy shot back at
him. "I gave you three helpings in every story and that's all the
thanks I get. You think so much about desserts that you're going to
desert the troop. We should worry."

"If I write any stories I'll write them good and loud," Pee-wee shouted.

"Open the cut-out of your fountain pen," Roy said, "and be sure to turn