I said, “Isn’t it nice, we’re all such optimists?”
“Where did you get that word?” one of them grumbled.
“That means a man that tests your eyes,” Pee-wee shouted.
“You mean an optometrist,” Westy said.
I said, “What’s the use of grouching? We’re here because we’re here. Can you deny that? Is it our fault if the car didn’t go all the way? You fellows make me sick. Look at the inventor; he’d be happy on top of a volcano.”
“No wonder,” Westy said. “That’s because a volcano is on fire.”
“Fire’s better than rain, anyway,” one of them said.
“Oh, is that so?” I shot back at him. “If it wasn’t for rain there wouldn’t be any good fishing.”
“A lot of fish we’ll catch here,” Will Dawson said.
“And another thing,” I said, “look at Queen Victoria; she reigned for fifty years and she didn’t get mad. That shows you women are better than men. Maybe Minerva Skybrow could think of a way for us to get the car out of here.”