It's some kind of a meeting I guess.
He said it was something like a peace conference, but believe me, the meeting I'm going to tell you about wasn't much like a peace conference.
I told him I'd use my own heading and his too, just to keep him quiet.
I think he's got his pockets stuffed full of chapter headings and that he'll be shooting them at me all the way through--like a machine--gun.
I guess I might as well tell you about Pee-wee before I tell you about the conclave or whatever you call it He's Doctor Harris's son and he's a member of the Raven Patrol.

He's a member in good standing, only he doesn't stand very high.

Honest, you can hardly see him without a magnifying glass.

But for voice--good night! He sings in the Methodist Church choir and they say he can throw his voice anywhere.

I wish he'd throw it in the ash barrel, I know that.
He always wears his belt-axe to troop meetings, in case the Germans should invade Bridgeboro, I suppose.