against heathens, especially wild ones, but we're just as wild. You
ought to go to Temple Camp and see how wild we are."

He did not look very wild as he sat upon the narrow seat with his knees
drawn up and his scout hat on the back of his head showing his curly
hair.

The girl gazed at his natty khaki attire, the row of merit badges on his
sleeve, the trophies of his heroic triumphs. She was not the first to
feel the lure of a uniform. But it was the first uniform she had ever
seen at close range, for in the wartime she had been in that frowning
brick structure which still haunted her.

"I'll help you because you can do everything and you know a lot," she
said.

In the fullness of her generosity and loyalty to Pee-wee's prowess she
never reminded him or even thought of the things she could do which he
could not. She would not do her little optional chore of milking a
cow for fear he might perceive her superiority in this little item of
proficiency. Poor girl, she was a better scout than she knew.

"If you think it up I'll do all the work, and then we'll be even," she
said.

So Pee-wee told her of the colossal scheme which his lively imagination
had conceived.

"It all started with a hot frankfurter," he said. "If I hadn't bought
a hot frankfurter I wouldn't have thought of it. So that shows you how
important a frankfurter is--kind of. Maybe a person might get to be a
millionaire just starting with a frankfurter, you never can tell. ..."

CHAPTER VIII

MAKING PLANS

"I bought that frankfurter at a shack up on the highway and while I was
eating it I just happened to think that as long as there's lots of fruit
and things here and as long as you know how to make fudge, we'd start
a shack right here in this well house and sell lemonade and fruit and
fudge and cookies and things, and if we make lots of money I'd go up to
Baxter City and buy some auto accessories like spark plugs and tire tape
and things and we'd sell those, too. We'd put signs on the trees along
the road telling people to stop here and I know how to make up signs so
as to get people good and hungry. You have them say that things are hot
in the pan and you have to have drinks with names like arctic and all
like that. I know how to make them hungry and thirsty and I've got a
balloon that I can blow up--see? And we'd print something on it and tie
it to Wiggle's tail and make him walk up and down the road. What do you