Pee-Wee Harris (Version 2)

<h2 id='chV' class='c008'>CHAPTER V</h2></div> <div class='nf-center-c0'> <div class='nf-center c009'> <div>ENTER PEPSY</div> </div></div> <p class='c010'>It will be seen by a glance at the accompanying sketch that the village of Everdoze was about opposite the bridge on the highway. From this main road the village could be reached by a trail through the woods. On hearing of this, Charlie expressed regret that he had not allowed his passenger to make the final stage of the journey on foot.</p> <p class='c002'>“Well, I <i>never</i> in all my <i>life</i>!” said Aunt Jamsiah as Pee-wee stepped out of the car. “In goodness’ name, where’s the rest of you? I thought you were a great, tall, strapping boy. I hope your appetite’s bigger than your body. And what on earth is that saucepan for? Are you going to cook us all alive? Did you ever <i>see</i> such a thing!” she added, speaking to Uncle Ebenezer who had stepped forward to welcome his nephew.</p> <p class='c002'>“He’s all decked out like a carnival! He’s just too killing!” She then proceeded to embrace him while his martial paraphernalia clanked and rattled.</p> <p class='c002'>“We won’t need any more brass band,” said a young girl in a gingham apron and with brick red hair in long tightly woven braids, who stood close by; “he’s a <i>melodeon</i>. I don’t see what they sent such a big car for with such a little boy. ’Taint no fit, it ain’t.”</p> <p class='c002'>Pee-wee gave this girl a withering look which she boldly returned, continuing to stare at him. Her face was covered with freckles and she was so unqualifiedly plain and homely in face and attire that she might be said to have been attractive on the ground of novelty.</p> <p class='c002'>“Pepsy,” said Mrs. Quig, addressing her, “you shake hands with Walter and tell him you and he are going to be good friends. You come right here and do as I say now and no more of those looks.”</p> <p class='c002'>“I ain’t going to kiss him,” the girl said by way of compromising.</p> <p class='c002'>“You give him a welcome just like Wiggle is doing,” said Aunt Jamsiah, “and be ashamed that you have to learn your manners from such as he. You do as I say now.”</p> <p class='c002'>“You’re welcome—and I can beat you running,” the girl said.</p> <p class='c002'>“Girls are afraid of snakes,” Pee-wee retorted. Meanwhile the individual who had been cited as a model of social correctness by Aunt Jamsiah stood upon the doorstep looking eagerly up into Pee-wee’s face and wagging his tail with vigorous and lightning rapidity. Wiggle’s tail was easily the fastest thing in Everdoze. His head vibrated in unison with it and his look of intentness carried with it all sorts of friendly expectations. He fairly shook with excitement and cordiality. He followed the sedan car a few yards upon its homeward journey and then, by a sudden impulse, deserted it and returned to a position directly in front of Pee-wee with wagging tail and questioning gaze. Pie seemed to say, “I’m ready for anything, the sky is the limit.”</p> <p class='c002'>“You haven’t had a bite to eat since breakfast and you’re <i>starving</i>. I can <i>tell</i> it,” said Aunt Jamsiah. “You come right in the kitchen.”</p> <p class='c002'>“I had a lot of frankfurters and things at the places along the highway,” Pee-wee said. “I had waffles at one place. I bet they make a lot of money along that road selling things. There are shacks all the way. All the autoists stop and buy things to eat. You can get tires and everything.”</p> <p class='c002'>“Oh, I wouldn’t want to eat tires,” said Pepsy.</p> <p class='c002'>“You think you’re smart, don’t you?” Pee-wee said.</p> <p class='c002'>“What are your soldier clothes for?” the girl wanted to know.</p> <p class='c002'>“They’re not soldier clothes,” Pee-wee said; “I’m a scout.”</p> <p class='c002'>“I bet you don’t know as much as Miss Bellison does.”</p> <p class='c002'>“I bet I don’t either,” Pee-wee said, “so I win.”</p> <p class='c002'>“She’s the school teacher here and she knows everything.”</p> <p class='c002'>“Did she know I was coming?”</p> <p class='c002'>“No, she didn’t and—”</p> <p class='c002'>“Then she doesn’t know everything,” Pee-wee said.</p> <p class='c002'>“Smarty, smarty!” the girl retorted, “I came out of an orphan home and that’s more than you can say.”</p> <p class='c002'>“You only get one helping of dessert there,” said Pee-wee. “I’d rather be a scout than an orphan. I know a feller who was an orphan and he was sorry for it afterwards.”</p> <p class='c002'>“Are you going to stay all summer?”</p> <p class='c002'>“Till school opens,” Pee-wee said.</p> <p class='c002'>“Do you want me to show you where there’s a woodchuck hole?”</p> <p class='c002'>At this point Pee-wee was summoned again to the kitchen where he ate a sumptuous repast, after which Pepsy and Wiggle took him about and showed him the farm.</p> <p class='c002'>Pee-wee and Pepsy fenced a good deal but seemed to progress in this cautious and defensive way toward a friendly understanding. As for Wiggle he danced about, following elusive scents that led nowhere, carried off and back again by quick impulse, till at last the three ended their tour of inspection at a little summer house which had been built over a spring by the roadside. Here they drank of the bubbling, crystal water, Wiggle doing this as everything else, with erratic impulse, drinking a dozen times and not much at any time.</p> <p class='c002'>The dying sunlight painted the slopes of the valley with crimson tints and the countryside was very still. Through the woods to the west could be heard occasionally the discordant noise from the loose flooring of the bridge on the highway as an auto sped over it. In the quiet evening the sound, with its sudden start, its rattling clamor and its quick cessation, made a jarring note in all the surrounding peacefulness.</p> <p class='c002'>“That’s what wakes me up in the morning, the mail wagon going over,” Pepsy said; “I know it’s time to get up then. Those planks can talk, they say the same thing every day.</p> <div class='lg-container-b'> <div class='linegroup'> <div class='group'> <div class='line'>You have to go back,</div> <div class='line'>You have to go back,</div> <div class='line'>You have to go back.</div> </div></div> </div> <p class='c002'>You listen to-morrow morning.”</p> <p class='c002'>“They could never wake <i>me</i> up,” Pee-wee said, which was probably true. “What do you mean about their saying you have to go back?”</p> <p class='c002'>“When Aunt Jamsiah took me, I was a probator. Do you know what that means?”</p> <p class='c002'>“It’s what they do with people’s wills,” Pee-wee said.</p> <p class='c002'>“It means if I don’t behave I have to go back to the orphan home,” the girl said. “And every day I was afraid I’d have to go back—for a long, long time, I was. And when I was lying in bed mornings I’d hear the planks saying that—</p> <div class='lg-container-b'> <div class='linegroup'> <div class='group'> <div class='line'>You have to go back,</div> <div class='line'>You have to go back.</div> </div></div> </div> <p class='c016'>just like that, and I’d get good and scared.”</p> <p class='c002'>“You won’t have to go back,” said Pee-wee. “You leave it to me, I’ll fix it. Those planks—I’ve known lots of planks—and they can’t tell the truth. Don’t you care. I wouldn’t believe what an old plank said. Trees are all right, but planks—”</p> <p class='c002'>“I don’t notice it so much now,” Pepsy said; “that was a year ago and Aunt Jamsiah says I’m all right and mind good except I’m a tomboy. That ain’t so bad, is it? Being a tomboy? A girl and me tried to set the orphan home on fire because they licked us, but I’m good here. But I wish they’d put a new floor on that bridge. Anyway, Aunt Jamsiah says I’m good now.” Pee-wee was about to speak, but noticing that the girl’s eyes were fixed upon a crimson patch on the hillside where the sun was going down, and seeing that her eyes sparkled strangely (for indeed they were not pretty eyes) he said nothing, like the bully little scout that he was.</p> <p class='c002'>“Anyway, one thing, I wouldn’t let an old bridge get my goat, I wouldn’t,” he said finally, “and besides, you said you would show me a woodchuck hole.”</p> <div class='chapter'> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />