“We’d better consider what we’re going to do,” Will said.
So then we started making poetry—it wasn’t so good. I said,
“Beyond we cannot roam,
And Dub he can’t go home.”
Sandy said,
“We’d like to hike some maw
But we cannot break the law.”
Will Dawson said,
“The sign up there says STOP,
And we’re waiting for the cop.”
“Let’s start all over again,” I said. “As long as ten-three doesn’t come till night we might as well take it easy. Maybe the cop will come here in his sleep to-night. It’s nice and comfortable sitting here.”
All of a sudden Pee-wee opened up. He said, “You’ll keep saying ten-three so much that you’ll really get to think so and we’ll no fooling miss the train for Dub and we won’t be able to get any ice creams—if we keep fooling like this.”
I said, “That’s quite a good argument.”