"
"Lightning-bugs mean there are ghosts around," said Pepsy, "the
lightning-bugs are their eyes. But anyway, just the same, nobody can
fix Whitie Bungel, because the doctor from Baxter said so, and he
knows because he's got an automobile."
"Automobiles don't prove you know a lot," said Pee-Wee.
"Just the same Whitie is going to die," said Pepsy, "and then
you'll see, because when my mother didn't have any money she died,
so there." Pee-Wee did not answer; he appeared to be thinking. And
so the minutes passed as they sat there on the rock by the roadside,
waiting for the mailman's auto to take them to Baxter City.
"Do you say I can't fix it?" he finally demanded. "Maybe you
think scouts can't fix things. They know first aid, scouts do. I can
fix that little feller; maybe you think I can't. You come with me,
I'll show you. Scouts--scouts can do things--they're better than snails
and lightning-bugs. I'll show you what they can do; you come with me."
"Ain't you going to wait for the mailman?"
"No, I'm not. You come with me."
This apparent desertion of another cherished enterprise all in the
one day, took poor Pepsy quite by storm. She did not understand the
workings of Pee-Wee's active and fickle mind.
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