As long as we didn't have much left to eat we went over to a shack and got some coffee and doughnuts. _Good night!_ The coffee was twenty cents a cup, and the doughnuts were ten cents each. Then we had a ride on the merry-go-round, and after that we had some ice-cream cones. Those cones were fifteen cents each and even the ice cream didn't go down into the cone, like in Bennett's at home. Westy said, "The biggest part of those doughnuts were the holes in them." "Sure," I told him; "the price of holes has gone up; it's simply terrible the high price of emptiness." Wig said, "I was always crazy to see a robbers' cave and now I see one." We went out through the main entrance, because we wanted to go to Flimdunk and send telegrams to our homes, so our mothers and fathers wouldn't worry. "It's only a couple of miles," Westy said. "There's one funny thing about riding on a merry-go-round," Connie started in; "no matter how long a ride you take, you never have to come back." "That's because you're already back," I told him. He said, "Yes, but you _go_, don't you?" "Sure you do," Pee-wee said. "Then how do you get back without coming back?" Connie shot at him. "That's technology," I said. "You make me tired," Pee-wee screamed; "suppose all the time you're going you're coming back, too? Let's see you answer that." "Oh, that's different," Wig said. "Just the same as when our young hero flies up in the air," I told them. "And foils a murderer," Connie said; "tell him he's a cute little boy scout, Sam." "Do you know what I'd do if I had my way?" Pee-wee shouted. "How many guesses do we have?" I asked him. "I'd foil those profiteers, that's what I'd do," he said. "Fifteen cents for a cone! I can get three cones for that." "And still you wouldn't be satisfied," Westy told him. "Well, if I had your way with me, I'd give it to you," I told him; "but I left it home on the piano." "Did you hear what that doughnut-man was saying about overhead expenses?" the kid shouted. "I looked up, but I didn't see any. There wasn't even a roof." Laugh! I thought I'd fall in a fit. "You can bet I know an overhead expense when I see one," he said, all the while trudging along the road, "and there wasn't any there." "Overhead expenses are inside," Westy said; "they're the expenses of running a business. It might be the price of a carpet for the floor, see?" "All you need is a pair of white duck trousers and your diploma with a pink ribbon around it," I told him. "Who in the world taught you all that? You must be studying accountancy." "A whatancy?" Connie asked. "That shows how crazy you are," Pee-wee yelled; "how can a carpet that you walk on be overhead? Tell me that!" "That's easy," I told him; "isn't the roof underfoot? You stand on the roof and it's underfoot. Your overhead expenses may be down in the cellar. Just the same as a scout can do a good turn while he's walking straight ahead. Deny it if you dare?"