“Oh, here’s a boat,” one of us shouted.
“We’ll row across, that’s what we’ll do,” the kid said. “I’ve had enough of left-handed hiking. We’re in luck. We don’t even have to walk the rest of the way around.”
“It’s chained,” said Hervey, “and it’s got a big heavy padlock on it.”
“Foiled again,” I said.
We were all standing on the shore looking at the boat. I said, “It’s a very nice boat with a bottom in it and sides to it and everything, only it’s chained. What are we going to do next?”
Brent began sniffing and saying, “I think I can smell the sausages. The fragrance is borne upon the gentle breeze. I think I can smell brown gravy too. And apple dumplings. Can you sniff the apple dumplings?” I had to laugh at him, he was so sober about it. He said, “Is that the scent of apple dumplings, kid, or am I mistaken?”
“It smells to me like two helpings,” Warde said.
“You all make me tired!” Pee-wee shouted. “What’s the use of standing here and sniffing like a lot of idiots? If the boat is chained we have to go on walking around. We can get there in time for dinner if we hurry.”
Brent said, “Alas, that can never be done. Thou knowest not what thou sayest, Scout Harris.”
“Why don’t I knowest what I sayest?” the kid screamed.