“You mean where the sun is setting?” asked Warde. “Oh, absolutely.”
“It sets there every night,” said Ed, “including Sundays and holidays.”
“Well then,” said Westy, feeling a little silly, “we’re all right.”
“We’re not all right,” said Warde; “at least I’m not, I’m hungry.”
“Well, here’s a brook,” said Westy. “Do you see—look over there in the west—do you see a little shiny spot away up between those two hills? Away up high, only kind of between the two hills? It’s only about half a mile or so. It’s the sun shining on this brook away up there. That shows it comes down between those two hills.”
They all paused and looked. Up among those dark hills in the west was a little glinting spot like gold. It flickered and glistened.
“Maybe it’s a bonfire,” said Warde.
“I think it’s the headlight of a Ford,” said Ed. “A Ford can go anywhere a brook can go.”
“You crazy dub,” said Westy.
“My social error,” said Ed.