Pretty soon we came to a place that I knew. They call it New Corners. It isn’t exactly new, it’s kind of slightly used. It’s a village. There’s a sign that says New Corners; that’s so you’ll know it’s there. It’s about as big as New York only smaller.
Hervey turned around and said, “Let’s buy some gumdrops. Intermission; you can all talk.”
We had about fourteen cents altogether and we bought some gumdrops in the post office and divided them. There was a big pole outside the barber shop that locked like a peppermint stick and we wished that we could eat that. When we started off again, Hervey held his hat out on the end of a stick (he always carries a stick that fellow does) and threw a gumdrop into his hat.
“Follow your leader,” he said.
I threw a gumdrop into my hat the same way, and he said, “No, you don’t, you’re supposed to follow your leader. Each one throw a gumdrop into my hat.”
Oh boy, you should have seen our young Animal Cracker go up in the air. He yelled, “What do you think I am?”
“Play the game!” Hervey shouted. “You’re charged with insubordination.”
“I don’t care what kind of a nation I’m charged with,” Pee-wee shouted. “If you throw it into your hat that means I have to throw it into my hat. Do you think I’m throwing away gumdrops? I’ll follow my leader, but——”
Just then Hervey threw a gumdrop into Pee-wee’s hat.
“Maybe you’re right after all,” the kid said; “you know the rules about the game——”