"I know better ones than that." Pee-Wee shouted after him.
CHAPTER II
A TRAGIC PREDICAMENT
So there he sat upon his precarious perch trying to reassume the
posture which insured a good balance, clinging to the trunk with one
hand and to the banana with the other.
And now that the encounter which had almost resulted in a tragic
sacrifice was over, and while our scout hero pauses triumphant, it
may be fitting to apologize to the reader for introducing our hero
in the act of eating. But indeed it was a question of introducing
him in the act of eating or of not introducing him at all.
For a story of Pee-Wee Harris is necessarily more or less a story
of food. And this is a story abounding in cake and pie and waffles
and crullers and cookies and hot frankfurters. There will be found
in it also ice cream cones and jaw breakers and coconut bars and
potatoes roasted on sticks. Heroes of stories may have starved on
desert islands but there is to be none of that here.
In this tale, if you follow the adventures of our scout hero
(who now at last appears before you as a star), you shall find
lemonade side by side with first aid, and all the characters shall
receive their just desserts, some of them (not to mention any names)
two helpings.
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