“A lot of stuff,” I said; “buildings and things—and villages and landscapes.”
“The line cuts Allison College right in half,” Westy said. “See?”
“If it sliced a couple of slices off the High School that would be better,” I said. “The High School just escapes. It crosses Main Street, I hope nobody trips over it.”
“What do you mean? Trip over an imaginary line!” Pee-wee shouted at me.
“Sure,” I said, “if you have a strong enough imagination. Oh, look where it goes right through Bennett’s.”
“Where?” the kid shouted. “Show me! Where?”
“Excuse me, I’m mistaken,” I said. “It goes right—straight—wait a minute—it goes right straight through the dentist’s—Dr. Wade’s——”
“You make me tired!” Pee-wee yelled.
“Do you know what I’d like to do?” Westy said. “I’d like to start from here and go straight for that tree. A bee-line hike, that’s what I’d call it. Let’s see your compass, Kid. That tree is—just—wait a minute, hold still—that tree is just exactly—west. I’d like to start and hike right straight for it.”