And forty-eleven dozen doughnuts with the holes
removed."
"Do you--I--eh--do you--need any tire tape?" Pee-Wee stammered,
playing for time. "Tire tape! What do you take us for? A lot of
blow-outs? Let's have some eats and we'll take care of the blow-out."
"Come on, hurry up, a scout is supposed to be prepared," piped
up a natty scout wearing the bronze cross.
"Where's all the food?" the scoutmaster asked, glancing at the
empty counter. "We were led to suppose--"
"Don't you know what a shortage is?" Pee-Wee piped up in sheer
desperation.
"We know what a shorty is," one of the party shot back.
"You don't expect us to eat a shortage, do you?" another said.
"Come ahead, hurry up, a scout isn't supposed to be cruel. You can
always depend on scout signs that you find in the woods. A scout
that puts scout signs--"
"Those are different kinds of signs!" Pee-Wee shouted. "Those
are trail signs. You think you're so smart! That shows how much
you know about--about--"
"Three strikes out," one of the scouts shouted. "About--about
industrial conditions," Pee-Wee concluded. "Don't you know what
a--a--what'd you call it--a--"
"Yes, that's what you call it," a scout laughed.
"Don't you know what a reconstruction period is?" Pee-Wee fairly
yelled, amid uncontrollable laughter.
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