“We can see the film when it comes out anyway,” said Ed, always cheerful and optimistic. “We can go up on Mount what-do-you-call it, Pelican——”
“Pelican Cone,” said Westy. Already that hallowed mountain was familiar to him in imagination and dear to his heart. “Can’t you remember Cone?”
“I can remember it by ice cream cone,” said Ed. “What I was going to say was if that film comes to Bridgeboro we can go up on that cone for thirty cents and the war tax. What more do we want?”
“Sugar-coated adventures,” said Warde.
“Sugar-coated is right,” said Westy disgustedly.
“Now you’ve got me thinking about candy,” said Ed. “I hope we can buy some in the Park.”
“Do you suppose they have merry-go-rounds there?” Warde asked.
“Gee whiz, I hope so,” said Ed. “I’m just crazy for a sight of wild animals. Imitation ones would be better than nothing, hey, Westy?”
“Imitation scouts are better than no kind,” said Warde. “We’re pretty good imitations.”
“I wouldn’t admit it if I were you,” said Westy with the least suggestion of a sneer.