CHAPTER VII
FAMINE
I said, “All right, we accept the offer.”
“Just sit around and make yourselves at home,” the man said. Then he went around the side of the house.
Jiminies, we didn’t know what to make of that man. He was nice and sociable, and he seemed to be always trying not to laugh, and everybody knows that fat people are good-natured. And he seemed kind of to like us, too. Then why didn’t he let us go through his house? That was what I wanted to know. If he had just been grouchy and ordered us off his place we wouldn’t have been so surprised. But if he liked us well enough to go to some trouble on account of us, then why wouldn’t he let us just go through his house?
I said, “We should worry. It won’t be the first roof I climbed over. Only I don’t understand it, that’s all.”
“It’s a mystery,” Pee-wee said. “Maybe he’s got some kind of a plot. Hey?”
“Maybe he just wants to see if we can make good,” Westy said.
Hunt said, “We’ll give him a demonstration, all right.”