“It’s a large tree,” I said; “correct the first time. What about it?”
“It’s a poplar tree,” he said.
Dorry said, “All right, it’s a large, popular tree. What about it?”
Westy said, “Take your hands off the swing, you fellows. I’m trying to get a bee-line on it. Do you know what I’d like to do?”
“Go down to Bennett’s for ice cream cones?” I said.
“Come ahead!” Pee-wee shouted.
“You’d be arrested if you went on Main Street looking that way,” I told him.
“Close one eye and look straight at that tree,” Westy said. “Get right behind me. Now. Look.”
“All right,” I said, “I’m looking.”
“Well, what’s in a bee-line with that tree?” he asked me.