“There’s going to be a plot forty-eight by a hundred feet,” I came back at him, “with a twenty foot frontage. I should worry about plots.”
Harry Donnelle said he guessed maybe it would be better not to have any plot at all, because a plot would be kind of heavy to carry on a hundred mile hike.
“Couldn’t we carry it in a wheelbarrow?” Will wanted to know.
“We’d look nice,” I told him, “hiking through a book with the plot in a wheelbarrow.”
“Yes, and it would get heavier too,” Westy Martin said, “because plots grow thicker all the time.”
“Let’s not bother with a plot,” I said; “there’s lots of books without plots.”
“Sure, look at the dictionary,” Harry Donnelle said.
“And the telephone book,” I told him, “It’s popular too; everybody reads it.”
“We should worry about a plot,” I said.