"
"Do you like waffles and honey?" the proprietor shouted after them.
"We've got the bees working overtime for us," a scout called back.
"I'll have a lot of those--ten cents each," Pee-Wee announced. "Do
you like clam chowder?" he called, raising his voice to cover the
increasing distance.
"Don't you make us hungry," one called back.
"Good luck to you, you'll make it a go all right."
"I'm lucky, I always have good luck," the small optimist screamed
at the top of his voice. "Do you like peanut taffy? Do you like hot
corn," he added, fairly yelling this sudden inspiration after the
departing sufferers; "with butter and pepper on it; do you like that?
I'll have some!"
These were the last words they heard as the big car moved slowly
over the rocky, grass-grown road. They are good words to end a
chapter with--hot corn with pepper and butter on it. ...
Oh, boy!
CHAPTER XXX
PAID IN FULL
Pee-Wee was just about to make a frantic rush to the house when
he saw another automobile coming along the road, brushing the projecting
foliage aside as some stealthily advancing creature might do. Not far
behind it he could hear other ears grinding along that impossible road
in second gear.
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