She showed Pee-wee the woodchuck hole and Pee-wee, after a minute's skillful search, showed her the other hole, or back entrance, under a stone wall.
"There are always two," he told her, "and one of them is usually under a stone wall.

They're smart, woodchucks are." "Are they as smart as you ?" she wanted to know.
"Smarter," Pee-wee admitted, generously; "they're smarter than skunks and even skunks are smarter than I am." "I like you better than skunks," she said.

Wiggle seemed to be of the same opinion.

"I like all the scouts on account of you," she said.
No one could be long in Pee-wee's company without hearing about the scouts; he was a walking (or rather a running and jumping) advertisement of the organization.

He told Pepsy about tracking and stalking and signaling and the miracles of cookery which his friend Roy Blakeley had performed.
"Can he cook better than you ?" Pepsy wanted to know, a bit dubiously.
"Yes, but I can eat more than he can," Pee-wee said.