“What ones have you got?” I asked her.
“She’s handing out towns,” Will said.
“And I’ll tell you another thing,” she said, “It was one of the boys from that big camp who mutilated that sign, and he wears a funny hat.”
“Hervey Willetts,” I whispered to Will.
“And he’d better not show himself here again,” she said. “That’s all I’ve got to say.”
I said, “Hey girls, will you please have somebody come and turn this sign around so we can continue on our way? We have to catch a West Shore train at Catskill Landing and it leaves at ten-three.”
“Well then, you’ve missed it already,” one of them said.
“He means three ten,” Pee-wee shouted.
“Well you can just sit there and starve,” one of the girls said. Then they started off in the Ford.
I said, “I think this is serious. Maybe that sign won’t be turned around till next Sunday. By that time the train will probably have gone.”