CHAPTER XVI.
NOBLE RAGS "Good night!" I said to Pee-wee, "what kind of rags do you call those ?" "Didn't you ever hear of noble rags ?" he yelled; "that shows how much you know about story writing." "Are they any relation to a dish rag ?", I asked him.
"You think you're smart, don't you," he said; "do you know what a hero is--a ragged hero ?" "Sure, a hero is a male shero," I told him; "you learn that in the third grade.

Just the same as a cowardice is a female coward." "You make me sick!" he yelled.
"I've heard of gasoline rags and dish rags and wash rags," I kept up, "but I never saw any noble ones.

Have your own way.

I should worry." "It's a good name for a chapter," he said.
"I wouldn't know a noble rag if I met one in the street," I told him.
So that's how this chapter got it's name, and I don't know what it means any more than you do.

I suppose the next one will be called "Trash Paper," or something like that.
Well, anyway, I stood on that doorstep for a few minutes, because I didn't know what to do next.