“The lights are slowly and peacefully going out,” I whispered. “I don’t know where they’re going.”
“They ought not to be allowed out after nine o’clock,” Hervey said.
“I don’t know what kind of parents they can have,” Brent whispered.
“Will they come back, I wonder?” Hervey said.
“Not if they’re anything like you,” I said. “They’ll probably stay out all night.”
“Oh, the lights are going out,” we could hear the girl say. “Where’s Mr. Sorronto?” I guess she lived around there; anyway she seemed to know the man.
“He—he’s gone out too,” Pee-wee said. “You mean the fat man?”
She said, “The meter needs a quarter in it. We have one like that in my house.”
“I’ll put a quarter in,” Pee-wee said, “and he can give it to me when he gets back. Where’s the meter?”
“Some little hero?” Brent whispered.