“Piece of pie,” I said; “that’s what you usually hold, isn’t it?”
Warde just went up to the sign post kind of smiling and turned it around till he got it just where he wanted it.
“What’s the idea?” I asked him.
He said, “Well, there are a couple of ideas.” I said, “I didn’t know we could scare up as many as that among the whole lot of us.”
“Maybe I’m wrong,” Warde said, “but I think that the side of the post with dried mud on it should face the road. That mud was spattered by wagons and autos. And I think the side that isn’t sunbaked faced the woods where it’s damp and shady. And I think the board where the paint is faded is the one that faced the sun. And so I think that Cairo is over there, and Athens over there and Temple Camp over there. See?”
“Hip, hip, and a couple of hurrahs!” Hervey Willetts said. “That means we can cut through these woods and come out at the end of the old railroad branch. There’s a big apple tree over there, I fell out of it once. It’s all woods over there and we stand a pretty good chance of getting lost again.”
“What kind of apples are they?” Pee-wee wanted to know.
“Baked apples,” I told him.
So then I started off with the rest of them after me, singing Follow your leader wherever he goes.