"Sure, you can do that by long division," I told him. "Come on and let's start the parade." CHAPTER X SCOUT HARRIS That was some parade! The whole five of us marched up and down Main Street looking as sober as we could, Pee-wee strutting along at the head of the line and every now and then getting his feet tangled up with the edge of the big frames, and stumbling all over himself. "Don't laugh," I said; "every one of us is as bad as another, if not worse; keep a straight face and march in step; the public is with us." Oh, boy, you ought to have seen the people laugh. I guess mostly they laughed because we kept such straight faces, except when Pee-wee stumbled all over himself; then we had to howl. Everybody stopped and stared at us and read the signs and laughed. Pretty soon we passed an automobile full of girls that was standing in front of a store. They were camp-fire girls, because they had on khaki middies or whatever you call them with kind of, you know, braid things like snakes around their necks. One of them had a banner that said _Camp Smile Awhile_. Pee-wee turned around and whispered, "Did you see that girl smile when she looked at me?" "Smile!" I said, "that's nothing; the first time I ever saw you I laughed out loud. Keep your eyes straight ahead and look pretty--as if you were posing for animal crackers." When we got to the corner, Pee-wee turned around and marched back, just because he wanted to pass those girls again. He made himself as tall as he could, so as he wouldn't trip over the placards. Honest, he looked just like a turtle standing up on its hind legs and waddling along and poking its head around this way and that. "Don't laugh," he said, just as we passed the girls. "Oh, _isn't_ he just too _cute_ for _anything_!" one of them said. "Isn't he just a little dear!" another one said. "Oh, me, oh, my," I whispered to Westy who was just in front of me. "Pee-wee's got them started. Isn't he the little heart-breaker?" He marched back again when we got to the other corner, standing up as high as he could, so as to lift the placards and looking straight ahead of him with a sober face. "_Oh_, I think he's just as _cute_ as he can _be_," one of the girls in the auto said. Just then a little dog came running out of one of the stores and scooted between Pee-wee's legs and _good night_, down he went, sprawling on the ground with one leg kicking through one of the big placards and his arms all mixed up in the rope. "Watch your step," I said. I just couldn't help it. "Where's that dog?" Pee-wee yelled, all the while trying to straighten things out and get up. "I'll--I'll----" "A scout is always kind to animals," Wig said; "the poor little dog was in a hurry, that was all." "That dog was going scout pace," I said; "you should worry."