I took out my scout note-book and made believe to write things down. "We'll just make up the menu," I said. All of a sudden Pee-wee came out of his trance and shouted, "You mean me?" "Menu," I said; "yes, they mean you." Then I said, "Would you like to have the fried potatoes stewed, or would you prefer to have them mashed with the skins on?" One of the girls said to Pee-wee, "Don't you mind him, he's just _too_ silly." "Do you prefer your fried eggs in the shells, or would you like them roasted in ice-water? It doesn't make any difference to him," Connie said. "Don't you pay any attention to them," Grace Bentley said to Pee-wee; "some of us will come over in the boat for you to-morrow morning, and when the dinner is ready, we want all of you to come, won't you?" "Sure, we'll hike around the shore," I said, "and get up good appetites. We'll be there at about twelve-sixty. We'll come around the longest way, so we'll get good and hungry." "Oh, that will be just _lovely_," they said, "and we'll have a perfectly scrumptious time. Do you like pie? We've got a whole big jar full of mince meat." "You have to be careful about mince pie," Pee-wee said; "it's better, maybe, not to eat mince pie." "Who's a coward?" Westy piped up. "Do you think a scout is afraid of a piece of mince pie?" "Oh, it will be just _dear_," another one of the girls said, and then they all crowded around Pee-wee and began saying, "You'll _surely_ be ready, won't you? We'll come over for you at ten o'clock. And we'll have everything ready for you. We've got lots of flour and seasoning----" I said, "What kind of seasoning; summer or winter?" They told Pee-wee not to mind us, and that we probably wouldn't stop talking till our mouths were busy doing something else. "What--what--time did you say you'd come?" he began stammering. "At ten o'clock, and you'll be ready, won't you?" "I--ye--yes," he stammered out. "Positively?" Grace Bentley said. "You--you can--you know, you never--kind of--maybe--you never can be sure of anything," he blurted out. "But say you'll _surely_ come," she hammered at him. "Will you?" He said, "I guess--sure--yop." And he looked all around as if he was going to start to run. "Absolutely, positively guaranteed," I told them; "a scout can be _trusted_." So then we helped them off with their boat and their canoes, and they started across the lake in the dark. We said we'd paddle them over and then hike back through the woods, but they wouldn't let us, because there wasn't room enough and anyway, they said they wanted to show us that there were some things girls could do. They rowed and paddled pretty good, too; I have to admit it. Pee-wee didn't go down to the shore with the rest of us, but just stood where he was, like a statue. He was in a kind of a trance, I guess. As we came near him, Westy said, "Of course, they don't row very well, or paddle either, but they're _trying_. All they have to do is to _try_."