Townsend, sitting up straight in his funny, complacent way as if he were driving a golden chariot, sang:
“When the front wheels are a-wriggling,
And the busted hood is jiggling,
And the rusty springs they jounce you all about;
When the squeaking never ceases,
And the windshield is in pieces,
Will you love me when my Lizzie’s down and out?”
“You bet your life I will,” said Pee-wee. “Gee whiz, after this whenever I think of you, I’ll think of this Ford; you’re kind of like partners.”
“In adversity?” said Townsend. “And you won’t be ashamed of us when we get to Temple Camp? I wonder what they’ll think of us there. I’m kind of anxious to see the place, I’ve heard so much of it from you.”
“Gee whiz, I’ll always stick up for you and your flivver,” said Pee-wee.