So then we all started pushing the big lever and she began to laugh.
“Do you think it’s a joke?” Pee-wee shouted at her.
“You’rrre dunces,” she said, rolling her r’s awful funny. “Do you think you can push it arraound like a trreadmill churrrn?”
“I don’t know what a treadmill churn is,” I told her, “because I’ve never been marooned on one——”
“Don’t you even know how to make butterrr?” she said.
“We know how to eat it,” I said, “and that’s enough.”
“You’rrre trying to turrrn it raound,” she called. “It daon’t go all the way raound, it goes back. Lift that plug in the floorrr and put the leverrr in therrre and then push; it’ll go back the same way. It only goes half-way and back—Mr. Smarrrty.”
“G-o-o-d night!” I said. “I thought it was a merry-go-round.”
“Did you think you werrre ter th’ caounty fairrr?” she asked us.
She just stood there staring at us as if she thought we were escaped lunatics from Luna Park.