Anyway I got up and began: "The author that wrote all about 'Tom Slade's adventures in the World War'," I said, "told me it would be a good idea for one to write up our troop's adventures and he'd help me to get them published." Then up jumped Pee-wee Harris like a jack--in--the--box.
"What are you talking about ?" he shouted; "don't you know you have to have a command of language to write books?
You're crazy!" "I should worry about a command of language," I told him.

"Haven't I got command of the Silver Fox Patrol?
Anybody who can command the Silver Fox Patrol ought to be able to command a few languages and things.

I could command a whole regiment even," I kept up, for I saw that Pee-wee was getting worked up, as usual, and all the fellows were laughing, even Mr.Ellsworth.
"If you could command a division," Westy Martin said, in that sober way of his, "you ought to be able to command English all right." "I can command any kind of a division," I shouted, all the while winking at Westy, "I can command a long division or a short division or a multiplication or a subtraction or a plain addition." "What are you talking about ?" Pee-wee yelled.
"You're crazy!" "I can command anything except Pee-wee Harris's temper," I said.
Well, you ought to have seen Pee-wee.

Even Mr.Ellsworth had to laugh.
"How can a fellow your age write books ?" he fairly screamed.

"You have to have sunsets and twilights and gurgling brooks and--" "You leave the gurgling brooks to me," I said; "I'll make them gurgle all right.