Pee-wee's all right, but I don't care if he knows what I said, because it's true.
On Monday we had it fixed for Skinny to come up to Camp Solitaire, and Westy and I would teach him some stuff out of the Handbook.

Then we were going to give him the new stuff so he could put it on, because we wanted him to feel good--you know what I mean--when he went to meeting.

We didn't want him to feel different from the other fellows.

But usually we don't do that until a fellow takes the oath first.
Oh, boy, but wasn't he proud when we put the khaki suit on him, and fixed the hat on his head.

He smiled in that funny way he had that always made me feel kind of bad, because it made his face look all thin.