And he gave me another one of those shoves--_you_ know.
Then he said, "Well then, Skeezeks, I'll tell you what you do. You call a
meeting of the Foxes and lay this matter on the table-"
"Why should I lay it on the table?" I said; "you'd think it was a plate of
soup. _I'll stand_ on the table and address them, that's what I'll do."
He said, "All right, you just picture the hardships to them. Tell them that
for whole hours at a time, we may have to go without ice cream sodas. Tell
them that we'll have to penetrate a wilderness where there is no peanut
brittle. Tell them that we'll have to enter a jungle where gum drops are
unknown. Tell them that we may have to live on grasshoppers. Tell them
about the vast morass near Kingston, where you can't even get a piece of
chocolate cake; miles and miles of barren waste where the foot of white man
has never trod upon a marshmallow-"
"Sure you can find marshmallows in the marshes," I said. "We should worry."
"You ask Willie and Tommy and Dorrie and the others if they are prepared to
make the sacrifice-and I'll do the rest. I'll speak to Mr. Ellsworth.
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