Pepsy wore her Sunday gingham dress embellished with a sash of patriotic bunting.
"Don't you care what the girls say," Pee-wee advised her as he sat on the counter eating a piece of peanut taffy by way of testing the stock, so that he might the more honestly recommend it.

"I wouldn't let any girls jolly me, I wouldn't.

Lots of girls tried to jolly me but they never got away with it." "Did that girl that was kept after school try to jolly you ?" Pepsy asked.
"I wouldn't let any girls jolly me," Pee-wee said, ignoring the specific question and speaking with difficulty, because of the stickiness of the taffy.

"They think they're smart, girls do; I don't mean you, but most of them.

I know how to handle them all right.