“What did you tell him?” Pee-wee wanted to know.
“I told him to bring his knitting and stay all day,” Harry said; “I told him he could be one of the judges in the pancake race.”
“What did he say?” he kid piped up, all excited.
“He said he’s crazy about pancakes,” Harry told us.
“Believe me, he isn’t any crazier than I am,” I said.
So that was what put the idea of pancakes into our heads, and we went into a funny little place in that village and had some dandy ones. When, you get started eating pancakes, it’s awful hard to stop. After that we started off again and by lunch time, we were in Watertown.
Skinny said, “I’m glad we’re in Watertown, because I want a drink of water.”
“I wish we’d get to Iceland, and then we’d get some ice cream,” I told him.
On the road maps they show you the best hotels—anyway, that’s what they call them. Believe me, if I ever make a road map, I’ll show Wessel’s in Watertown, because that’s where you get the ice-cream cones—oh, bibbie!
Now, this is my advice to you if you’re taking the road from Watertown to Steuben Junction—don’t. But if you take it, for goodness’ sake take it away altogether. Because it only gets in your way.