that's fun."

"What do you mean, make believe?" Pee-Wee demanded. "Aren't we
going to make enough to buy the tents? That shows how much you know
about scouts. If scouts make up their minds to do things they do
them--and they don't make believe. I'll give in to you about that
feller but you have to say we're not going to just make believe and
play store, because that's the way girls do. You have to say you're
in earnest and cross your heart and say we'll make a lot of money--sure."

Pepsy just sobbed. Her staunch little heart (when she would listen
to it) told her how forlorn was the hope of "really and truly" success
along that by-road through the wilderness. But the imagination which
could be terrified by the rattle of that planking on the old bridge
was quite equal to finding satisfaction in "playing store" and in seeing
customers where there were none. Pee-Wee believed that anything could be
done by power of will. She would find the utmost joy in pretending. No,
not the utmost joy, for the utmost joy would be to buy the tents. ...

"You have to say we're not pretending like girls do" he insisted
relentlessly as she buried her head in her poor little thin arm and
sobbed more and more. "You have to say it. Do you cross your heart?
Is it going to be a success? Are we going to make lots of money--sure?
You have to say we're not just fooling like girls. Do you say it?
You're not just playing?"

"N--no."

"Cross your heart."