At the edge of the field, near where the road was, were two or three houses. There were men selling things on the back porches of those houses. There was a sign on one of them and it said Hot Waffles and Honey, 15 Cents. There were three or four tables on the porch and a kind of a counter inside. There was a fat man who I guess owned the place. He had a big white apron on. There was an Italian boy who was waiting on people too. All along the railing of the porch and even inside of the room were more signs. They said De-licious. They Melt in Your Mouth. Real Southern Waffles. The Kind That Mammy Used to Make. Here They Are, as Sweet as Sugar, as Soft as Snowflakes. Pee-wee said, “I’m going to get some of those.” I guess we would all have bought some because, yum, yum, they smelled good, but all of a sudden, Pee-wee started ahead of us, pell-mell, for the building. “I’m going to get two helpings,” he shouted; “I’ve got thirty-four cents.” Just then, kerplunk, down he went sprawling on the ground. “Going down,” Warde said. “Did you know you fell?” I called to him, just as he was scrambling up again. “Do you need any first aid or would you prefer orangeade?” “It’s a rope from that tent,” he shouted. “I tripped over it.” Before we could reach him a girl went running up to him calling, “_Oh, did you hurt yourself?_” She began brushing him off and asking him if he hit his head and kept on brushing him off all the time, straightening his scarf and everything like that. “Oh, you tore your stocking,” she said. “Isn’t that a perfect shame!” She was a regular little finale hopper, that girl. She had on one of those hats, whatever you call it, and everything. She had on sandals, she had bobbed hair too. When we reached the scene, Pee-wee was just standing there letting her brush him off. Warde said, “That’s the way with him, he falls for everything. He fell for waffles and then he fell for a rope.” I said, “Look at the hole in your stocking. Where’s the part where the hole is? Look around on the ground.” “Don’t you mind them, they’re crazy,” Pee-wee said. Brent said to the rest of us, “You shouldn’t laugh at a fellow because he’s down.” “Most always he’s up in the air,” I said. “Don’t you mind them,” the girl said. “Do you think I’d mind them?” Pee-wee shouted. “They think they’re having adventures, but they’re crazy.” “I wouldn’t lower myself as you do,” Warde said. “He thinks that’s a joke,” the kid said. “They start on a trip——” “Don’t talk about trips,” I said. “Yours was the best one I ever saw.” “Did you hurt yourself, kid?” Brent asked him. I said, “Your stocking looks like a corkscrew.” “Don’t pay any attention to them,” the girl said. Pee-wee said, “I wouldn’t bother my head about them; come on and I’ll treat you to waffles.” “Are we in on this?” I asked him. “No, you’re not,” he said. “Come on and I’ll treat you to waffles,” he said to the girl. “They make me tired.” “Why do you eat them, then?” I said.