Pee-wee is one bully little scout, I'll say that much.
"Do you want to hear about it ?" he said.
"Proceed with your narrative," I told him; "begin at the beginning, go on till you come to the end, then stop." "Be sure to stop," Westy said.
Well, then Pee-wee went on to tell us about the kindly old gentleman.

He lived in a big white house, he said, with grounds around it and a big flag pole on the lawn, with a flag flying from it.

He said that the old gentleman didn't talk very good English and he thought maybe he was a German or French or something or other.

He guessed maybe he was a professor or something like that.

Anyway, he took Pee-wee through his library, picking out the books he didn't want, till be had given him about twenty or thirty.