“No, but maybe there’ll be one next time,” I said. “You never can tell. We’ve only been around once. It’s a beautiful afternoon this morning for an evening hike. So long, we’ll see you later. We’re busy doing our daily good turn.”
Everybody was laughing as we went through Cabin Lane, Pee-wee coming along behind trying to keep up with us. He was sore but he wouldn’t drop out because he’s not a quitter, I’ll say that much for him.
When we came the second time to the outlet, Hervey made a good jump over it. The rest of us followed, and Pee-wee went kerflop into the water again. He climbed out shouting, “This is the last time I’m going around! Do you think I’m going to keep walking around this lake all day?”
PEE-WEE CLIMBED OUT, SHOUTING, “THIS IS THE LAST TIME!”
“Think of Columbus,” Brent said. “He didn’t turn back, he kept on going, he sailed on and on and on——”
“That’s all right because he didn’t know where he was going,” Pee-wee panted.
“All right then, we’re smarter than he was because we know where we’re going,” Warde said.
“He kept going around,” Brent said. “That’s why they named Columbus Circle after him.”
“Pee-wee is so dumb he thinks Columbus’ last name is Ohio,” I said.