“Mistakes?” the kid shouted. “You’re the one that made mistakes famous.”
“Sure,” I said, “and you’re the one that put the wise crack in animal crackers.”
“The last syllable of a doughnut is named after you,” Pee-wee shouted.
“Always thinking about doughnuts,” I said. “Look on the track, there’s a friend of yours.” Right plunk across the track, about a couple of hundred feet ahead of the train was a donkey hitched to a funny kind of a wagon that was all machinery inside.
“I guess it goes by clockwork,” I said.
“It looks as if it doesn’t go at all,” Bert said.
“It did us a good turn anyway,” I said; “it made the train stop.”
Gee whiz, we had to laugh. The man that owned that outfit was an Italian and he was yelling Italian at the donkey and trying to make him start. I guess the donkey didn’t understand Italian.
“I GUESS THE DONKEY DIDN’T UNDERSTAND ITALIAN.”