peetweet

Yan would rather have had Sam along, but that couldn't be, and Peetweet proved a good fellow, though rather slow.

After two miles of this Peetweet wanted to go back, but was scornfully suppressed by Little Beaver.

Peetweet was much upset by this, not on account of fire now, but in case they should be out all night.

Say, Peetweet, you'll suffer for that if you don't quit; that water isn't fit to drink unless you boil it.

Now he told his own story, backed by Pete, and he was kind enough to leave out all about Peetweet's whimpering.