"
"Can I be the one to count the money?" Pepsy asked.
"Sure, and I'll be the one to eat what's left of the things that
won't keep," said Pee-Wee. "Only don't you worry no matter what you
hear--"
She was on the point of telling him how Mr. Jensen had done his
good turn after all, and all about what she remembered of the
previous night. But she decided that she was not going to have a
boy laughing at her and put it within his power to call her a
tell-tale cat some day. So instead she threw her arms around him
and said, "Oh goody, goody!"
You know how girls do.
CHAPTER XXXII
THE CLEW
Pee-Wee never knew until now how much he cared about his little
companion of the summer and how little he cared about their roadside
enterprise except so far as she was concerned in it. All morning the
almost continuous procession passed along the road reviewed by a
gaping assemblage on the platform in front of the post office. Many
motorists who read the enticing promises along the way paused for
refreshment only to find the little rustic shelter bare and deserted.
But they were not the only ones to be disappointed. Upon the front
porch of Doctor Killem's house there sat in a wheel chair the queerest
little figure ever seen outside of a soup advertisement.
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