“They never treat,” the girl said. “Sometimes they even make girls treat,” Pee-wee said. “Do you call that being a shiveller?” The girl said, “I should say not. I know a boy and when he took me to have refreshments, he dropped a penny in a slot and got a piece of chocolate and broke it in half. He called that refreshments.” “A scout can make a light in the dark even if he hasn’t got any matches,” Pee-wee said. “Do you know what phosphates are?” “You mean orange phosphates and lemon phosphates?” the girl asked him. “N-o-o-o,” Pee-wee said, very lofty like. “It’s something you can make light with in the pitch dark. If you’re going to be a scout you have to have a lot of resources. Nature, you have to be able to kind of boss it.” The girl looked as if she didn’t see how any one could do that. She said, “If you’re bossy I don’t like you.” “I don’t mean I’d boss you,” Pee-wee said. “I’d only boss nature. The woods—you know—and the stars and things like that.” “Mr. Silly, you couldn’t boss the stars,” the girl said. “That shows how much you know about the stars being guides,” he said. “Maybe on another planet there are scouts. Maybe there are Boy Scouts of Mars. And maybe to-night they’re taking a hike on Mars and maybe they’re following this earth, maybe it’s guiding them. See? Right while we’re sitting here eating waffles maybe some scouts are following this earth. “Maybe this earth doesn’t look bright to us while we’re sitting here eating waffles, but just the same that’s the color of it when you get billions and billions of miles away. Maybe it’s in their handbooks, how do we know? Right now this minute while I’m sitting on it taking this mouthful, maybe it’s leading them out of the woods to safety. See?” “I think you’re just too silly,” she said. Gee whiz, when I thought of Pee-wee sitting on the earth eating a waffle and a lot of scouts on Mars following him around I couldn’t keep a straight face. I whispered to Brent, “If they’re anything like him up there they’d be following the waffle, not the earth.” “Shh, keep still,” Brent said. “Shiveller guided to safety by a waffle,” Warde whispered. Just then the fat man who ran the place came sailing out through the door with a great big trayful of waffles. I guess he was going around the grounds selling them. “Out from under,” he said to us. He was a nice kind of a man. Now the way I remember it, it was right away after that Warde said, “The earth seems to be having an eclipse.” “What do you know?” I whispered. Because inside the light seemed to be getting dim all of a sudden. “I hope he has some phosphates in his pocket,” I said. It was awful funny, the light seemed to be just getting dimmer and dimmer. “Pity the poor scouts on Mars,” I said. CHAPTER XXVI FLOP NUMBER TWO Warde said, “The plot seems to be getting thicker. What’s the matter?”