What do you say ?" "Three's my lucky number," said Pee-wee.

Then, suddenly bethinking himself he added, "but I don't mean I want to get three jelly rolls--you understand." "Yes, we understand," said Mrs.Bartlett.
So it befell that Pee-wee, alias Walter Harris, scout of the first class (in quality if not in quantity) found himself riding luxuriously down Main Street in the rear seat of Mr.Bartlett's big Hunkajunk touring car, eating a jelly roll with true scout relish, for it was now close to eight o'clock and Pee-wee had not eaten anything since supper-time.
Having completed this good turn to Mrs.Bartlett he proceeded to do a good turn to himself by bringing forth two sandwiches out of the pocket usually associated with a far more dangerous weapon.

This was his emergency kit which he always carried.

Morning, noon, or night, he always carried a couple of sandwiches the same as motorists carry extra tires.
And while he ate he talked.

"Gee whiz, I'm crazy to see that picture," he said.
"We usually go for the educational films," said Mrs.Bartlett.
"I don't like anything that's got education in it," Pee-wee said.