“Oh, I mean smart driving an automobile,” said Townsend.
“You make me sick,” shouted Pee-wee.
“How about the big handle up there?” Townsend asked.
“I pulled it,” said Pee-wee, “and it doesn’t work.”
“Exasperating,” said Townsend. “I think I’ll fry some of those griddle-cakes; let’s see, you use flour—and—”
“Don’t you touch the eats as long as I’m up here,” Pee-wee thundered. “Do you think I’m going to stand up here and see you eat?”
“You could look out of one of the other windows,” said Townsend. “I appreciate how you feel.”
“I feel hungry!” roared Pee-wee.
Townsend arose, sauntered over to the car and dug among the luggage. Returning to his former lolling place, he lay down on his back again and began to eat a banana.
“You throw one of those up here,” Pee-wee shouted.