“Why do you say ‘Is he?’ I didn’t go to the hospital last night. Do you want to know why?” He asked questions as if they were riddles.
“Yes, why?” Pee-wee asked, half interested.
“Because the bridge burned down. Do you like bridges?”
“It isn’t a question of whether a person likes them or not,” Pee-wee said, preoccupied with his own sorrow and worry, yet amused in spite of himself at this queer little fellow.
“Yes it is,” said Whitie Bungel.
“All right then, it is,” said Pee-wee.
“Why did you say it wasn’t?”
“Oh, I don’t know, I guess I was thinking of something else.”
“What were you thinking of?”
“Oh, I don’t know—nothing.”