"Oh, there was the Duke of Yorkshire,
He had ten thousand men;
He marched them up the hill,
And he marched them down again.
And when they're up, they're up,
And when they're down, they're down;
And when they're only half way up,
They're neither up nor down."
Pretty soon, while we were sitting there, we all started to make up words to the same tune, and after a while this is what we got to singing:
"Oh, there was young Pee-wee Harris (Cook),
That ran a movie show.
He loosed the brake of a station-car,
To see where he would go.
And when he'd roll, he'd roll,
And when he'd stop, he'd stop.
And he stopped right in the middle of the road,
Where there wasn't any traffic cop."
"Suppose an automobile should come along," Connie said.
"That's a very good idea," I told him; "suppose one should."
Westy was sitting up on the top step and he said, "Oh, Sister Anne, Sister Anne, I think I can see one scooting along through the woods, the other side of the lake."
"Let it scoot," I said; "the only way it can get past here is to do a couple of double flops like Pee-wee's omelet."
"It can't get around on account of the woods," Pee-wee said.
"Right the first time, as usual," I told him. "Over the top is the only way. I hope it's a high-grade car, because a low-grade car could never get over such a high place."
"We had a narrow escape," Wig said