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.
"Waymnt," Pee-Wee yelled, frantically taking another bite;
"wayermntdyehear, waymnt!"
"Do you think the government can wait for you to finish a banana?"
the postman demanded with a wicked grin upon his face. "You got two hands;
here, take the letter if you want it; here it is," he added, reaching up.
Pee-Wee tried to dispatch the remainder of the banana by one gigantic
and triumphant bite but the desperate expedient did not work; his mouth
with all its long practice, could not keep up with his hand; it became
clogged while yet a considerable length of banana projected out of the
gracefully drooping rind.
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