A REVELATION "What are you laughing at ?" Pee-wee demanded to know, as soon as he had regained his poise and dignity.

"You're as bad as they are." "I couldn't help laughing," Pepsy said remorsefully, "'specially when you fell down.

You said you were going to handle them." "That could happen to the smartest man," Pee-wee said in scornful reproval; "that could happen to--to--to Julius Caesar." "He's dead, you ask Miss Bellison," said Pepsy timidly.
"That shows how much you know," said Pee-wee scornfully as he brushed off his clothing.
"Can't something be a kind of a thing that could happen to somebody who's dead if he was very smart, only if he wasn't dead.

We got a dollar and ten cents from them, didn't we ?" "Yes, but--did you--did you--handle them ?" Pepsy asked fearfully.
"There are different ways of handling people," Pee-wee said; "you can't handle people that are crazy, can you?
I can handle scoutmasters even." Pepsy was willing to believe anything of her hero and she said, "They were a lot of freshies and I hate them anyway." Pee-wee did not trouble himself about what the man had said.

His chief interest was the dollar and ten cents of working capital which they now had and how to invest it.