Of course, as soon as Pee-wee began shouting Wig Weigand woke up, and after the whole four of them were through stretching and gaping, we had a meeting of the General Staff. I said, "Something happened in the night. The first thing for us to do is to find out where we are. We can't go home till we know where we have to go from." "I don't care where we are," Pee-wee shouted; "the first thing is to have breakfast." Cracky, he's like all the Ravens; always thinking about eats. "We can't eat breakfast till we know where we're eating it," I told him; "we've got to find out where we're at." "You make me tired," he shouted; "will you answer me one question?" "Sure, ask me an answer and I'll question you," I said. "Are we in the Brewster's Centre Railroad Station or not?" he yelled. "Sure we are," Westy said. "Then we know where we are, don't we?" Pee-wee came back. "A location is a place, isn't it?" "Yes, but where's the station?" Connie piped up. "Pee-wee's right," I said; "we should worry about where the Brewster's Centre Station is. We're on the earth, aren't we?" "Sure we are," Wig said. "All right," I told him; "we don't know where the earth is, do we?" "It's right here," Westy said. "Yes, but where is _here_?" I shot back at him. "Search me," Westy said. "Just the same as if you say a place is _up_," I told him; "how high is up? Suppose the lights go out, where do they go? How do _we_ know? But anyway, we know they go out." "Sure, that's rhetoric," Pee-wee shouted. "You mean logic," I told him. "Nobody really knows where he's at. Even the smartest man in the world doesn't know where he's at. What do _we_ care? Just because the earth is in the Solar System, that doesn't say we have to tell where the Solar System is, does it? We're in the Brewster's Centre Railroad Station and the Brewster's Centre Railroad Station is somewhere in France--I mean somewhere in the Solar System. Secretary Hines has charge of the railroads--he should worry. Come on, let's get breakfast." We only had enough stuff to last for about one meal, so we put all our money together and counted it up. We had forty-two cents, and an eraser, and a subway ticket, and a little hunk of icing from a piece of cake, and a trolley zone ticket, and two animal crackers. I dumped the money and the hunk of icing and the two animal crackers into Connie's hand (because he's our troop treasurer anyway). "Here," I told him; "food will win the war, don't waste it." I made some coffee and then we fixed two of the seats facing each other and two of the fellows sat on one seat and two on the other with a piece of board between them.