"What do you say we explore the neighborhood?" Wig said.
"What do you say we put a block in front of the wheels?" I said. "Safety first."
"This seems to be a kind of a walled city, like China," Connie said. "I can see a kind of a shadow. Do you suppose that's the fence going all the way around?"
"Sure it is," I told him; "all we have to do is shut those big gates and the car will never get away. Only China isn't a city, if anybody should ask you."
"What's the difference?" he said. "Nobody's likely to ask me."
"This is a very mysterious place," Westy said; "I, for one, would like to know where we're at." That's just the nice way he talks. It's caused by his bringing up.
I said, "Oh, dear me, I for two, would be delighted to ascertain."
"Where do you think we are?" he said.
"That's easy," I told them; "I know where we are."
"Where are we?" Wig wanted to know.