Once I--don't you cry--once I was kept in school
and Julia Carson was kept in too, because she wriggled in her seat--you
know how girls do. I had to choose a word and write it a hundred times
and I didn't want to get through too soon, because I wanted to get out
the same time she did. So I chose the word incomprehensibility, and I--"
"Is that girl pretty?" Pepsy wanted to know.
"She's got a wart on her finger. It's the best one I ever saw,"
Pee-Wee said. "She's afraid to get in a boat, that girl is."
"I hate her," Pepsy said.
"What for?" Pee-Wee inquired. "Because she has a wart? Don't you
know it's good luck to have warts?"
"Because--because she was bad and had to stay after school," Pepsy
said.
"That shows how much you know about logic," Pee-Wee said, "because
I had to stay too and I was worse than she was. So there."
"I wouldn't be afraid to get in a boat," Pepsy said proudly.
"I never said she was like you," Pee-Wee declared. "She's not a
tomboy."
Pepsy seemed comforted.
"You leave that feller to me," Pee-Wee said. "I can handle Roy
Blakeley and all his patrol and they're a lot of jolliers--they think
they're so smart."
"I like you better than all of them," Pepsy said. "Sometimes I'm
kept after school too, you can ask Miss Bellison.
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