"Oh, there was young Pee-wee Harris (Cook), That ran a movie show. He loosed the brake of a station-car, To see where he would go. And when he'd roll, he'd roll, And when he'd stop, he'd stop. And he stopped right in the middle of the road, Where there wasn't any traffic cop." "Suppose an automobile should come along," Connie said. "That's a very good idea," I told him; "suppose one should." Westy was sitting up on the top step and he said, "Oh, Sister Anne, Sister Anne, I think I can see one scooting along through the woods, the other side of the lake." "Let it scoot," I said; "the only way it can get past here is to do a couple of double flops like Pee-wee's omelet." "It can't get around on account of the woods," Pee-wee said. "Right the first time, as usual," I told him. "_Over the top_ is the only way. I hope it's a high-grade car, because a low-grade car could never get over such a high place." "We had a narrow escape," Wig said "If the machine doesn't stop, we'll stop it," Connie put in. "Sure," I said, "we have a good argument." "Brewster's Centre is getting to be a famous name," Westy said. Connie said, "Sure, we're getting to be known in all the highways and byways--especially the highways. What do you say we give a movie show right here?" "Vetoed," I told him. We sat on the platform steps talking and jollying each other; what did we care? Be it ever so much in the wrong place, there's no place like home. Maybe you've read stories about boys running away from home for adventures, but our home was a good sport, it went with us. It had a good name, too, Brewster's Centre. Because it was right plunk in the center of the road. Pretty soon Westy shouted, "Here comes the car. See it? You can see it right through the trees. It's green and red." "It'll be black and blue if it tries to get past here," Wig said. It was a great big touring car and its bright brass lights and trimmings were all shiny on account of the sun setting and shining right on them. It came rolling along, about fifty miles an hour, out from the woods, and then even faster as it hit it up along the straight road. Oh, boy, didn't it just eat up the miles! I guess it must have been getting over the ground at about sixty per, when it began slowing down and stopped about a dozen yards from our car. Oh, bibbie, that was some peachy machine. There were two young fellows in it, and I could see that they were pretty tough looking. Both of them wore sweaters and one had on one of those peaked caps like tough fellows in the movies always wear. They waited just a minute and spoke to each other very excited like. Then they both looked around, back along the road. Next, the fellow with the cap jumped down in a big hurry and looked back along the road, better than he could do in the car. He seemed awful kind of scared and excited. He came over toward us, walking kind of sideways, you know, tough.