“Blew in! That’s a good one!” Dub said. “There isn’t enough breeze to blow any one to an ice cream soda.”
“Well, I’m going to go to one pretty soon whether I get blown to it or not,” Pee-wee shouted.
By that time we were all sitting up brushing the grass off ourselves and straightening up our hair kind of, on account of the man who was coming toward us.
“I think something is going to happen,” Dub said.
CHAPTER V
THE STRANGER
That man kept coming straight toward us across the green.
“Maybe we’re trespassing, hey?” Pee-wee said, kind of scared. “Now maybe we’re going to get into trouble.”
Pretty soon I saw the man was smiling and I knew everything was all right. He took off his hat and wiped his forehead and I saw he had a bald head—he didn’t have one hair on his head even. It looked like an egg. But anyway, he was smiling.
Dub said, “It’s all right, the face with a smile, grins.”
I said, “Hey mister, will you please tell us how to get off this field? We were hiking whichever way the wind blew and it stopped blowing, so now we can’t move.”