"Do we go to the city?" Doc asked seriously.
"Posilutely," said Roy; "that's why I'm asking who's boss of this meeting; so we can take up a collection."
"All right, go ahead and be boss as long as you're up there," Connie Bennett said, "only don't stand on the cake."
"Don't slip on the icing," Westy shouted.
"I'll slip on your neck if you don't shut up," Roy called. "If I'm boss, I'd like to have some silence."
"Don't look at me, I haven't got any," Peewee piped up.
"Thou never spak'st a truer word," Westy observed.
"I would like to have a large chunk of silence," said Roy; "enough to last for at least thirty seconds."
"You'd better ask General Slade," said Doc; "he's the only one that carries that article around with him."
"How about that, Tommy?" Wig Weigand asked pleasantly.