By now, Pee-wee was all tangled up with the two big placards and the rope that had held them together, and the whole business, Pee-wee, placards, rope and all, looked like a double sailor's knot having an epileptic fit. Laugh! We simply screamed. "Get up, you're blocking the traffic," I said. "It's got around my leg," he shouted. "That's what you get for trying to show off," Westy told him. "Talk about your soup-stirring scene! It can't be mentioned alongside of this." By now, Pee-wee had managed to scramble to his feet, and he stood there staring around as if he didn't know what had struck him. One of the placards was all torn and muddy and hanging by one rope and the other piece of rope was wound around his leg. Honest, I never knew that one little dog could make such a wreck. "You look as if you'd been torpedoed," Wig said; "stand still till we brush you off. Turn around and smile and look pretty." By that time all the girls had gotten out of the auto and were crowding around Pee-wee, brushing him off and asking him if he was hurt. "Oh, it's _just_ too _bad_," one of them said; "his nice khaki jacket is torn. I'm going to fix it. We've got needles and thread and everything right in the machine, because we're on our way to camp." "I don't need to have it fixed," Pee-wee said; "I can fix it myself. Scouts can do everything like that." "Yes, but they can't sew," the girl said. "Sure, they can do everything," Pee-wee told her. "Maybe you think," he said, all the while pounding the dust out of his clothes, "maybe you think that just because I fell down--gee, that could happen to the smartest man--even--even--_Edison_----" "Sure," I said, "lots of times Edison fell down." "Scouts can do anything," Pee-wee said. I guess after what had happened he wanted to let those girls know that just because a scout fell down, it didn't prove he wasn't smart. "Hurrah for P. Harris," I said. "Oh, is _he_ P. Harris?" one of the girls said; "Oh, isn't that _glorious_! Is he the one that stirs soup?" By that I knew they must have seen one of the handbills. "Oh, we're _all_ coming to-night to see him stir it," she said; "our camp is just across the lake from Ridgeboro. Don't you think Ridgeboro is a _poky_ old place? We'll canoe over. We're camping over the holiday and we call our camp, _Camp Smile Awhile_. Isn't that just a _peachy_ name?" Connie said, "I should think a girls' camp ought to be named _Camp Giggle a Lot_." "Oh, aren't you _perfectly terrible_!" one of them said; "the _idea! Is it ten cents to get in? Have you really got a railroad car of your _very own_? Oh, I think that's just simply _scrumptious_. I wish I were a boy." "That's nothing," Pee-wee said; "we hike hundreds of miles. Once we got lost on a mountain--we didn't care. We were lost two days. We could have been lost three if we'd wanted to." "Only what's the use of being extravagant?" I said. "Once I fell down a cliff forty feet high," Pee-Wee said; "that's nothing."