She wants us to wear our scout suits anyway, she said so.

I say let's get a few eats down here and then wash up and all hike it up there together.

United we stand----" "What are we going to eat ?" Grove Bronson asked.

"I don't see anything here but some fishhooks and a package of tacks." "Listen to the voice from Pee-wee's old patrol!" said Roy.

"_Eats_! I'll fry some killies.