Pee-Wee.

"Maybe some people will pass here when they have the carnival at
Berryville," she said, half apologetically.

To her surprise Deadwood Gamely, instead of emitting an uproarious,
mocking laugh, appeared to be thinking.

"Bully for you," he finally said, looking all about as if to size up
the surroundings. "Right on the job, hey? I'd like to buy some stock in
that enterprise. Whose idea is it? Yours, kiddo?"

"We're going to make money enough to buy three tents for the scout
troop I belong to," Pee-Wee said.

"Visiting here, hey?"

"I live in Bridgeboro, New Jersey; I'm here for the summer."

Deadwood Gamely sat on the fence still looking, about him and
whistling. Then, instead of bursting forth in derisive merriment as
Pepsy dreaded he would do, he made an astonishing remark.

"I tell you what I'll do," he said. "You kids take care of the
place and furnish the fruit and stuff and I'll put up the coin for
all the stuff you have to buy--chewing gum, and accessories, and
souvenirs and junk that has to be got in the city, and we'll share
even. I'll put up the capital and be a silent partner. How does that
strike you? You two will be the active partners. We'll make the thing
go big. I mean what I say."