"He's all decked out like a carnival! He's just too killing!" She
then proceeded to embrace him while his martial paraphernalia clanked
and rattled.

"We won't need any more brass band," said a young girl in a gingham
apron and with brick red hair in long tightly woven braids, who stood
close by; "he's a melodeon. I don't see what they sent such a big car
for with such a little boy. 'Taint no fit, it ain't."

Pee-Wee gave this girl a withering look which she boldly returned,
continuing to stare at him. Her face was covered with freckles and she
was so unqualifiedly plain and homely in face and attire that she might
be said to have been attractive on the ground of novelty.

"Pepsy," said Mrs. Quig, addressing her, "you shake hands with
Walter and tell him you and he are going to be good friends. You
come right here and do as I say now and no more of those looks."

"I ain't going to kiss him," the girl said by way of compromising.

"You give him a welcome just like Wiggle is doing," said Aunt
Jamsiah, "and be ashamed that you have to learn your manners from
such as he. You do as I say now."

"You're welcome--and I can beat you running," the girl said.

"Girls are afraid of snakes," Pee-Wee retorted.

Meanwhile the individual who had been cited as a model of social