"
This information about a little boy who was so pale that they
called him Whitie, and who was going to die in a rainstorm on a
Friday was all new to Pee-Wee.
"Licorice Stick is crazy," he said. "What does he know about
dying? He never died, did he?" This brilliant argument appeared
to impress Pepsy.
"If they took him to a hospital in New York then he wouldn't have
to die because they could fix him," Pepsy said. "I heard Aunt Jamsiah
say so. There are doctors there that can' fix people all well again."
"I bet I'm as good a fixer as they are," Pee-Wee said; "I fixed
lots of people; I fixed a whole patrol once."
"So they wouldn't die?"
"They thought they were smart but I fixed them."
"Fixing smarties is different," said Pepsy. "If people have
something the matter with their hips you can't fix them. Because,
anyway, if they're going to die on a Friday even snail water won't
fix them."
"Snail water, what's that?"
"It's medicine made from snails; Licorice Stick knows how to
make it. You have to stir it with a willow stick and then you get
well quick."
"How can you get well quick when snails are slow?" Pee-Wee asked.
"That shows that Licorice Stick is crazy. It would be better to make
it with lightning-bugs.
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