"Little boy," Mrs. Bartlett called in her sweetest tone, "here is some money for you. You go into that store and--_gracious me_, it's Walter Harris! What on earth are you doing here, Walter? I thought you were a poor little--I thought you were hungry." The sturdy but diminutive form and the curly head and frowning countenance which stood confronting her were none other than those of Pee-wee Harris, B.S.A. (Boy of Special Appetite or Boy Scouts of America, whichever you please), and he stared her full in the face without shame. "That's the time you guessed right," he said. "I am." CHAPTER III THREE GOOD TURNS "Give him the money," laughed Mr. Bartlett. "I will do no such thing," said his wife. "I thought you were a poor little starving urchin, Walter. Wherever did you get that sweater?" "I don't believe he's had anything to eat for half an hour," said Mr. Bartlett. "Well, how is my old college chum, Pee-wee? You make her give you the twenty-five cents, Pee-wee." "A scout can't accept money like that," said Mrs. Bartlett reprovingly, "it's against their rules. Don't you know that?" Pee-wee cast a longing glance back at the window of Pfiffel's Bakery and then proceeded to set Mrs. Bartlett right on the subject of the scout law. "It--it depends on what you call rules; see?" he said. "And on what you call hungry," added Mr. Bartlett. "If--if you--kind of--want to do a good turn, I haven't got any right to stop you, have I?" Pee-wee said. "Because good turns are the main things. Gee whiz, I haven't got any right to interfere with those. I haven't got any right to accept money for a service, but suppose--suppose there's a jelly roll--" "There is," said Mr. Bartlett, "but in two minutes there isn't going to be. You go in and get that jelly roll as a favor to Mrs. Bartlett. And hurry up back and we'll take you to the Lyric." "I was going there anyway," Pee-wee said, "I want to see The Bandit of Harrowing Highway, it's in five reels." "Well, you come along with us," said Mr. Bartlett, "and then you'll be doing two good turns. You'll be doing a favor to Mrs. Bartlett by buying a jelly roll and you'll be doing a favor to me by making a party of three to see The Bandit of Harrowing Highway. 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.