A food traffic cop." "I'll be it," shouted Pee-wee.
"Where is this romantic scaffold ?" Townsend asked.
"The painters left it in the cellar," said Minerva.

"Let's hurry, I'll show you where it is." There was, indeed, just time enough to arrange this novel life-saving station with its picturesque gang-plank before the guests began to arrive.
"And this is the end of our wild adventures on a foreign shore," said Townsend, as he carried one end of the old scaffold across the dim-lighted lawn accompanied by the group of excited maidens; "we wind up at a lawn party.

This is what the discoverer has brought us to." "Don't you think he's just _killing_ ?" Minerva asked.
"More than that," said Townsend; "his hunter's stew is more than killing.

Did you ever try any of it ?" "Never mind, you're going to have some delicious chicken salad," said Minerva.
The boys, under Minerva's enthusiastic supervision, tied the island about six feet from shore.

The romantic gang-plank kept it from drifting closer in while two clothes-poles driven into the bottom of the river just below it prevented it from drifting with the ebbing tide.