"It sure is," said Mr. Simpson. "If we run short of money, we can go hunting."
"I'd like that!" Alec declared.
Cindy shuddered. "I couldn't bear to kill them!"
"Aw," Alec scoffed. "That's just like a girl!"
They passed doctors', dentists', and more lawyers' offices. They saw a tent in which the Plains City Enterprise had already been printed for a week. They marveled at stores and shops, and after a while they became tired.
"Let's eat," Mr. Simpson suggested.
"Good idea," Pete seconded.
"Wonderful!" Cindy said.
They walked back to Brown's Restaurant, seated themselves on a rough, wooden bench at a long, wooden table, and a waiter in a clean white apron came.
"What'll it be, folks?"