returned again wagging his tail and looking up intently as if to ask,
"What next?" Then he lay down panting. Mr. Ellsworth, Pee-Wee's
scoutmaster, would have said that Wiggle lacked method. ...

"If I had a lot of money," Pepsy said, "you could teach me all
the things that scouts know and I'd pay you ever so much. Once I
had forty cents but I spent it at the Mammoth Carnival. I paid ten
cents to throw six balls so I could get a funny doll and I never hit
the doll and when I only had ten cents left I made believe the doll
was Deadwood Gamely and I hated and hated with all my might while I
threw the ball the last six times but I couldn't hit the doll."

"You can't aim so good when you're mad," Pee-Wee said, "so if you
want to hit somebody with a tomato or an egg or anything like that you
just have kind thoughts about the person that you're aiming at, only
you're not supposed to throw tomatoes and eggs and things because you
can have more fun eating them. I wouldn't waste a tomato on that
feller because anyway you've got your tongue."

"You can't sass him," said Pepsy, "because he uses big words and
he's such a smarty and he makes you feel silly and then you begin to
cry and get mad. When he says I'm an orphan and things--and things--Wiggle
hates him, too, don't you, Wiggle?" The girl was almost crying then and
Pee-Wee comforted her.

"Do you think I don't know any long words?" he said. "I know some
of the longest words that were ever invented and--and--even I can make
special ones myself. Once I--don't you cry--once I was kept in school
and Julia Carson was kept in too, because she wriggled in her seat--you
know how girls do. I had to choose a word and write it a hundred times