Neither Kay nor Peter knew exactly what was meant. So Peter said, “You’ve been everywhere, haven’t you? And we—we just tricycle out and——”
The boy had drawn his mouth-organ from his pocket and was playing, stamping his feet and swaying his body. Suddenly he stopped and his voice took up the air:
“I’ve been shipwrecked off Patagonia,
Home and Colonia,
Antipodonia;
I’ve shot cannibals,
Funny looking animals,
Top-knot coons;
I’ve bought diamonds twenty a penny there,
I’ve been somewhere, nowhere, anywhere—