polite even if they say no.
They went to the next house. Mary Beth went to the door. “Do you want to buy some Pee Wee donuts?” she asked.
“I have no teeth,” said the old man who came to the door.
“You don’t need teeth to eat these,” said Mary Beth politely.
But he closed the door and did not answer.
The next person was not home. And the next man told them that he makes his own donuts.
“This is not as easy as I thought,” said Molly. “We may never get to camp.” She sighed.
Mary Beth sighed too.
They went to the last house on the block. A mother with three children came to the door. “Why, I’ll take four boxes!” she said. “Two from each of you. We love donuts for dessert.”
She gave the girls four dollars. “Have fun at camp!” she called.
CHAPTER 2
The Pee Wee Spirit
M olly and Mary Beth sold donuts all week long. They sold ten boxes each, and then they went back to ask Mrs. Peters for more donuts. By the next Tuesday they had each sold twelve boxes.
At three o’clock Molly went to Mary Beth’s house. Then they walked to the Scout meeting together.
Everyone was turning in their donut money. Lisa Ronning turned in five dollars. Tim Noon turned in one dollar. RogerWhite had sold sixteen boxes! But Sonny Betz and Rachel Myers had sold over one hundred boxes each!
“Wow!” said Molly. “There aren’t even one hundred people on a whole block.”
“That is really the Pee Wee spirit,” said Mrs. Peters. “I think we should all clap for Sonny and Rachel!”
Everyone clapped their hands together, and shouted and whistled. Roger blew into his brown lunch bag. Then he punched it and the bag exploded. Pow!
Molly did not clap. She did not feel like cheering. She wanted to win.
“Maybe Rachel and Sonny will tell us how they sold so many donuts,” said Mrs. Peters.
“My mom sold about eighty boxes at work,” said Sonny proudly.
“Your mom!” shouted Roger. “That isn’tfair. You’re supposed to sell them yourself!”
Leave it to Sonny, thought Molly, to let his mom do it. Big baby!
“What’s the matter with my mom selling them?” asked Sonny. Mrs. Peters said it was all right to have your mother sell your donuts.
“It doesn’t matter who sells them,” said Mrs. Peters. “The more boxes that are sold, the more money for Scout camp.”
“Baby Sonny,” muttered Roger.
“Now, Rachel, how did you sell so many donuts?” asked Mrs. Peters.
“I sold them to my relatives,” said Rachel, with her chin in the air. “We went to a wedding, and my aunt and my grandma bought twenty boxes each.”
All of Rachel’s family must be rich, thought Molly.
“What will they do with all those donut?” ask mary Beth.
“They’ll get fat!” shouted Molly, filling her cheeks with air. “They’ll turn into donuts if they eat twenty boxes!”
Molly waddled across the floor, pretending to be Rachel’s fat relatives.
Rachel looked very angry. Her face got red. “My grandma and my aunt are not fat!” she cried.
“They will be when they finish all those donuts,” said Roger, holding his sides and chuckling.
“They aren’t eating the donuts themselves,” said Rachel. “They will give them to hungry people.”
“The main thing is that we have enough money for camp,” said Mrs. Peters. “And Rachel and Sonny get the award and the best donut seller’s badge.”
After Scouts, Molly said to Rachel, “You didn’t sell a million boxes anyway. You said you were going to sell a million.”
“Well, I sold a lot more than you,” said Rachel. “Your dumb twelve boxes.”
Molly couldn’t argue with that. She wished a hex on Rachel’s aunt and grandma. And on Sonny’s mom. But she was glad that the Pee Wee Scouts (and their relatives) had earned enough for them to go to camp.
CHAPTER 3
Are We Almost There?
T he next Tuesday, Troop 23 met again. Mrs. Peters talked about Camp Hide-Away. She told them what to bring. She told them what to wear. And she sent notes
They went to the next house. Mary Beth went to the door. “Do you want to buy some Pee Wee donuts?” she asked.
“I have no teeth,” said the old man who came to the door.
“You don’t need teeth to eat these,” said Mary Beth politely.
But he closed the door and did not answer.
The next person was not home. And the next man told them that he makes his own donuts.
“This is not as easy as I thought,” said Molly. “We may never get to camp.” She sighed.
Mary Beth sighed too.
They went to the last house on the block. A mother with three children came to the door. “Why, I’ll take four boxes!” she said. “Two from each of you. We love donuts for dessert.”
She gave the girls four dollars. “Have fun at camp!” she called.
CHAPTER 2
The Pee Wee Spirit
M olly and Mary Beth sold donuts all week long. They sold ten boxes each, and then they went back to ask Mrs. Peters for more donuts. By the next Tuesday they had each sold twelve boxes.
At three o’clock Molly went to Mary Beth’s house. Then they walked to the Scout meeting together.
Everyone was turning in their donut money. Lisa Ronning turned in five dollars. Tim Noon turned in one dollar. RogerWhite had sold sixteen boxes! But Sonny Betz and Rachel Myers had sold over one hundred boxes each!
“Wow!” said Molly. “There aren’t even one hundred people on a whole block.”
“That is really the Pee Wee spirit,” said Mrs. Peters. “I think we should all clap for Sonny and Rachel!”
Everyone clapped their hands together, and shouted and whistled. Roger blew into his brown lunch bag. Then he punched it and the bag exploded. Pow!
Molly did not clap. She did not feel like cheering. She wanted to win.
“Maybe Rachel and Sonny will tell us how they sold so many donuts,” said Mrs. Peters.
“My mom sold about eighty boxes at work,” said Sonny proudly.
“Your mom!” shouted Roger. “That isn’tfair. You’re supposed to sell them yourself!”
Leave it to Sonny, thought Molly, to let his mom do it. Big baby!
“What’s the matter with my mom selling them?” asked Sonny. Mrs. Peters said it was all right to have your mother sell your donuts.
“It doesn’t matter who sells them,” said Mrs. Peters. “The more boxes that are sold, the more money for Scout camp.”
“Baby Sonny,” muttered Roger.
“Now, Rachel, how did you sell so many donuts?” asked Mrs. Peters.
“I sold them to my relatives,” said Rachel, with her chin in the air. “We went to a wedding, and my aunt and my grandma bought twenty boxes each.”
All of Rachel’s family must be rich, thought Molly.
“What will they do with all those donut?” ask mary Beth.
“They’ll get fat!” shouted Molly, filling her cheeks with air. “They’ll turn into donuts if they eat twenty boxes!”
Molly waddled across the floor, pretending to be Rachel’s fat relatives.
Rachel looked very angry. Her face got red. “My grandma and my aunt are not fat!” she cried.
“They will be when they finish all those donuts,” said Roger, holding his sides and chuckling.
“They aren’t eating the donuts themselves,” said Rachel. “They will give them to hungry people.”
“The main thing is that we have enough money for camp,” said Mrs. Peters. “And Rachel and Sonny get the award and the best donut seller’s badge.”
After Scouts, Molly said to Rachel, “You didn’t sell a million boxes anyway. You said you were going to sell a million.”
“Well, I sold a lot more than you,” said Rachel. “Your dumb twelve boxes.”
Molly couldn’t argue with that. She wished a hex on Rachel’s aunt and grandma. And on Sonny’s mom. But she was glad that the Pee Wee Scouts (and their relatives) had earned enough for them to go to camp.
CHAPTER 3
Are We Almost There?
T he next Tuesday, Troop 23 met again. Mrs. Peters talked about Camp Hide-Away. She told them what to bring. She told them what to wear. And she sent notes
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