He was of the
kewpie type, all head and eyes, and he had a kind of ridiculous air of
stern authority about him as he sat all bundled up in blankets soberly
reviewing the passing cars. So odd and gnomelike was he that he might
have stepped out of the pages of "Alice in Wonderland." He would have
made a good radiator ornament on an automobile.
This, you will know, was little Whitie Bungel, who seemed not
at all disconcerted at being elsewhere than in his own home. He had
been moved about so much without any exertion on his own part that
he was quite at home anywhere.
Though Pee-Wee had spoken in high hope to Pepsy about their
unexpected and glowing prospects, he was haunted by thoughts of
the terrible thing which was to happen on the morrow. Pepsy was
to be taken away, back to the big brick building which she hated,
just as the planks of the old bridge had foretold;
Pee-Wee's loyalty was so staunch that he did not even consider
the things his aunt had said. He was going to save Pepsy from that
place and make her the sharer of the fortune that was within their
grasp. He made this resolve with the same generous impulse as that
which had caused him to put two hundred and fifty dollars within
the reach of Mr. Bungel who had boxed his ears.
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