If we're not here when you get back you'd better advertise in the 'Lost and Found' column of the Bridgeboro paper, 'Lost, one desert island.

Finder will be suitably rewarded upon returning same to the patent adjustable scouts----'" "Not adjustable--_combination_," Pee-wee corrected.

"Do you like roasted potatoes?
I know how to roast them.

And I'll get some bacon, too; shall I ?" "Suppose you should be captured by your parents while you're on the mainland," Townsend inquired.
"Then I'll send you a smoke signal," Pee-wee said, "and you can come and talk to my mother, because she'll be sure to listen to you because, anyway, you've got a lot of sense." "And several of us will canoe up to North Bridgeboro and get some stuff and tell our folks and we'll be back in an hour because the tide's starting to run up," said a boy they called Billy.
"If you have any trouble with the folks just give me a smoke signal and I'll canoe up," drawled Townsend.
"Good old Rip," chorused half a dozen voices.
The boy they called Billy turned to Pee-wee and whispered, "Don't worry about your folks.

Old Rip makes a specialty of parents; they all eat out of his hands, fathers especially.