Pee-wee could not have found it in his heart to quarrel with any boy
whose face looked so much like an apple, and, moreover, it was apparent
that here was a boy whom it would be utterly impossible to quarrel with
on any ground whatever--or in any tree whatever.
"Gee whiz, this is a funny thing," Pee-wee said; "I was kind of making
believe that I was an explorer, but anyway I'm glad you're here."
"I'm here because I'm here," said the other boy.
"Gee, I can't deny that," said Pee-wee.
"It doesn't make any difference to me," said the boy; "I'd just as soon
be in one place as another."
"As long as it's not school," said Pee-wee.
"Oh, that's understood," said the other boy; "let's talk of something
pleasant."
"I bet there'll be a lot of apples here later," said Pee-wee; "when
it's vacation, hey?"
"I don't know whether they'll be here," said the other boy, "because
you can't trust this blamed island over night, but they'll be on the
tree, wherever it is, and the way to find them will be to look for the
tree."
"_You said it_," said Pee-wee. "What's your name?"
"Roland Poland," said the boy; "Roly Poly for short."
"Mine's Walter Harris, but they call me Pee-wee. How did this island
get here anyway?"
"It started being an island under my very feet," said Roly Poly.
"There are five scouts in my patrol besides myself; we're just getting
started----"
"I'm the only one in my patrol," Pee-wee interrupted. "Where do you
come from?"
"From North Bridgeboro," said Roly Poly, swinging his legs.
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