“Sure, I can even see the President sitting in one of the windows,” Grove said; “it’s the White House all right.”
“I see it,” Alf said.
“Sure, right in among the trees,” I told him; “it’s a kind of a light shade of white.”
Harry said, “Well, we seem to be approaching the desert island. Now for the bags of gold.”
“I’m going to buy a wireless outfit with my share,” Pee-wee said.
“I’m going to buy a bicycle with mine,” Alf said; “I’m going to get one painted green.”
“I think I’ll get a pound of sugar with my share,” I said.
Grove said he was going to get a camping kit. Harry said that maybe he’d get an egg with his share, and if he had any left, he’d donate it to the poor starving garage keepers. He said, “So you see, there’s a couple of billion dollars spent already. We’ve been very extravagant. I’m sorry we spent it all before we got it.”
Pee-wee said, “The time for us to dig up that treasure is at night—in the darkness.”
“In the which?” Harry asked him.