You have them say
that things are hot in the pan and you have to have drinks with names
like arctic and all like that. I know how to make them hungry and
thirsty and I've got a balloon that I can blow up--see? And we'd print
something on it and tie it to Wiggle's tail and make him walk up and
down the road. What do you say? Isn't it a peachy scheme? Will you
help me?"
No dream of Pee-Wee's could be impossible of fulfillment. With him,
to try was to succeed, according to Pepsy's simple and unbounded faith.
The plan must be all right, and wondrous in its possibilities. It was
all inspiration--born of a frankfurter. It was not for poor Pepsy to
take issue with this master mind.
Yet she did venture to say, "Not very many autos come down here,
only a few that go through to Berryville. Licorice Stick--"
"That's a dandy name," Pee-Wee said.
"He goes by a dozen times a day, but he hasn't got any money, and
Mr. Flint goes by but he's a miser and Doctor Killem goes by in his
buggy and he says people eat too much--"
"He's crazy!" Pee-Wee shouted.
"And that's everybody that goes by except a few when they have the
town fair in Berryville."
For a moment Pee-Wee paused, balked but not beaten. "There's going
to be an Uncle Tom's Cabin show in Berryville," he said, "and the town
fair, that's two things.
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