“Well, I’m going to sell it for a chicken-coop if you must know,” the man said. “Pretty soon you’ll know as much as I do, won’t you?”
“Where did you come from?” Pee-wee shouted down.
“I came from Ireland,” the man said.
“I mean to-day,” Pee-wee called back.
The man said, “Oh, to-day I came from Gooseberry Centre.”
“I don’t blame you,” Hervey said; “I was there the other day. If I were a garage I wouldn’t stay there; not if I were a portable one.”
“The land I had was sold over my head,” the man said.
“You mean under your feet,” Pee-wee shouted.
The man just looked up kind of laughing and he said, “Well, since you seem to be so smart and clever maybe you can think of a way to get me out of this hole.”
“Sure we can,” Hervey said. “Where do you want to go?”