But anyway I'd like to know how it got here, that's one thing _I'd_ like to know." "Come on up here and I'll tell you," said the wild native.
Pee-wee climbed up and sat on the limb beside his new friend.

He was a boy somewhat older than Pee-wee with a face so round that the face of the man in the moon would have seemed narrow by comparison.

And there was a redness in his cheeks which made his head seem almost like an apple grown prematurely ripe upon that blossom laden tree.

He wore the negligee scout attire and his happy-go-lucky nature was made the more piquant by the easy, humorous fashion in which he sat upon the limb, swinging his legs.
Pee-wee could not have found it in his heart to quarrel with any boy whose face looked so much like an apple, and, moreover, it was apparent that here was a boy whom it would be utterly impossible to quarrel with on any ground whatever--or in any tree whatever.
"Gee whiz, this is a funny thing," Pee-wee said; "I was kind of making believe that I was an explorer, but anyway I'm glad you're here." "I'm here because I'm here," said the other boy.
"Gee, I can't deny that," said Pee-wee.
"It doesn't make any difference to me," said the boy; "I'd just as soon be in one place as another." "As long as it's not school," said Pee-wee.
"Oh, that's understood," said the other boy; "let's talk of something pleasant." "I bet there'll be a lot of apples here later," said Pee-wee; "when it's vacation, hey ?" "I don't know whether they'll be here," said the other boy, "because you can't trust this blamed island over night, but they'll be on the tree, wherever it is, and the way to find them will be to look for the tree." "_You said it_," said Pee-wee.

"What's your name ?" "Roland Poland," said the boy; "Roly Poly for short." "Mine's Walter Harris, but they call me Pee-wee.