Aunt Jamsiah had been all wrong in her anger at that exploit which had stirred the village.

For to throw a tomato at the son of Lawyer Gamely was aiming very high.
The son of Lawyer Gamely had a Ford and worked in the bank at Baxter City and was a mighty sport who wore white collars and red ties and said that "Everdoze was asleep and didn't have brains enough to lie down," and all such stuff.
Pee-wee let down the bars while the patient cows waited, and Scout Wiggle (knowing that a scout should be helpful) gave the last cow a snip on the leg to help her along.
Here, at these rustic bars, ended Pepsy's chores for the day and in the delightful interval before supper she and Pee-wee lolled in the well house by the roadside.

Wiggle, with characteristic indecision, chased the cows a few yards, returned to his companions, darted off to chase the cows again, deserted that pastime with erratic suddenness, and returned again wagging his tail and looking up intently as if to ask, "What next ?" Then he lay down panting.

Mr.Ellsworth, Pee-wee's scoutmaster, would have said that Wiggle lacked method.

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"If I had a lot of money," Pepsy said, "you could teach me all the things that scouts know and I'd pay you ever so much.