times--extremely shaky.

But the commissary department was in fine shape....

Suddenly the expeditionary forces of Uncle Sam appeared in the form of
the postman, who paused on his way across the lawn to the house.

"Hello, up there," he said, suddenly discovering Pee-Wee.

"Hello yourself and see how you like it," the mascot of the Ravens
called down.

"I saw a banana up there and I thought maybe you were behind it,"
the postman called, as he looked among the pack of letters he held in
his hand.

"It's only half a banana," Pee-Wee shouted.

"Well, you're only half a scout," the postman said; "you'd better
drop it, here's a letter for you."

"For me?"

"For you."

Steadying himself, Pee-Wee took an enormous bite, considerably
reducing the length of the banana. "Wait a minute till I finish it,"
he said as best he could with his mouth full. "Waaer--mint."

"Can't wait," the postman said, heartlessly moving away.