“Maybe this earth doesn’t look bright to us while we’re sitting here eating waffles, but just the same that’s the color of it when you get billions and billions of miles away. Maybe it’s in their handbooks, how do we know? Right now this minute while I’m sitting on it taking this mouthful, maybe it’s leading them out of the woods to safety. See?”
“I think you’re just too silly,” she said.
Gee whiz, when I thought of Pee-wee sitting on the earth eating a waffle and a lot of scouts on Mars following him around I couldn’t keep a straight face. I whispered to Brent, “If they’re anything like him up there they’d be following the waffle, not the earth.”
“Shh, keep still,” Brent said.
“Shiveller guided to safety by a waffle,” Warde whispered.
Just then the fat man who ran the place came sailing out through the door with a great big trayful of waffles. I guess he was going around the grounds selling them. “Out from under,” he said to us. He was a nice kind of a man.
Now the way I remember it, it was right away after that Warde said, “The earth seems to be having an eclipse.”
“What do you know?” I whispered. Because inside the light seemed to be getting dim all of a sudden. “I hope he has some phosphates in his pocket,” I said. It was awful funny, the light seemed to be just getting dimmer and dimmer. “Pity the poor scouts on Mars,” I said.
CHAPTER XXVI
FLOP NUMBER TWO
Warde said, “The plot seems to be getting thicker. What’s the matter?”