CHAPTER III.
THREE GOOD TURNS "Give him the money," laughed Mr.Bartlett.
"I will do no such thing," said his wife.

"I thought you were a poor little starving urchin, Walter.

Wherever did you get that sweater ?" "I don't believe he's had anything to eat for half an hour," said Mr.
Bartlett.

"Well, how is my old college chum, Pee-wee?
You make her give you the twenty-five cents, Pee-wee." "A scout can't accept money like that," said Mrs.Bartlett reprovingly, "it's against their rules.

Don't you know that ?" Pee-wee cast a longing glance back at the window of Pfiffel's Bakery and then proceeded to set Mrs.Bartlett right on the subject of the scout law.
"It--it depends on what you call rides; see ?'" he said.
"And on what you call hungry," added Mr.Bartlett.
"If--if you--kind of--want to do a good turn, I haven't got any right to stop you, have I ?" Pee-wee said.