“The wrong way to get there is always the best,” he said.
“The wrong way to get there is always the best,” I said.
All of us said the same sentence. Gee whiz, it sounded crazy.
Pretty soon we met a farmer and Hervey he said, “Hey, mister, can you tell us the wrong way to the scout camp?”
I said, “Hey, mister, can you tell us the wrong way to the scout camp?”
Bert said, “Hey, mister, can you tell us the wrong way to the scout camp?”
The others said the same and the man looked at us as if he thought we were lunatics.
“You’re going the wrong way now,” he said.
“Thanks very much,” Hervey said, and off he started again.
“Maybe he’s mistaken, maybe it’s the right way and we’re going all wrong,” I said. “Suppose he misdirected us and we get somewhere?”