Bungel got paid back auto--what'd you call it?"
"Automobile?" Pepsy ventured.
"Automatically," Pee-Wee blurted out, catching a fugitive drop of
lemon juice as it was about to leave his chin. "Good turns are the same
as bad turns, only different. Do you see? I bet you can't say
automatically while you're sucking a lemon stick."
"Is it a--a scout stunt?" Pepsy asked. Pee-Wee performed this
astounding feat for her edification, catching the liquid by-product
with true scout agility. Whether from scout gallantry or scout
appetite, he did not put Pepsy to the test.
"I'm glad of it, anyway," she said, "because now we can stay
here and have our store and there isn't anybody like that pros--like
that Mr. Sawyer to be afraid of."
"Do you think I'm afraid of prosecutors?" Pee-Wee demanded to
know. "I'm not afraid of them any more then I'm afraid of June-bugs;
I bet you're afraid of June-bugs."
"I'm not," she vociferated, tossing her red braids and looking very
brave.
"Then why should you be afraid of prosecutors?"
"I wouldn't be afraid of anything that doesn't sting."
Pepsy said nothing, only thought. And Pee-Wee said nothing, only
sucked the lemon stick, observing it from time to time, as its point
became more deadly.
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