He had always assumed that boys who were well dressed had fruit or candy in their pockets.

He had sometimes required them to verify their denials by an exhibition of the interior of these receptacles.

His invariable demand had become a habit with him.
Therefore the little sugared black brick which now hit him in the eye came as an unprecedented surprise.

For a moment he did not know whether to construe it as a propitiatory gift or a warlike missile.
"What's the matter with you, can't you catch ?" Pee-wee demanded..