“Maybe he’s mistaken, maybe it’s the right way and we’re going all wrong,” I said. “Suppose he misdirected us and we get somewhere?” Bert said, “Trust to Hervey, we won’t get anywhere. He knows where he’s not going.” “Sure, he has a fine sense of misdirection,” Garry said. “We’ll end in Maine,” Pee-wee said, “that’s where all the maniacs belong. The nearer we get to Temple Camp the farther off it is.” “We’ve been everywhere, But up in the air; And we haven’t done anything yet.” Warde began singing. All of a sudden Hervey turned around and looked very severe and held his finger to his mouth. “Silence,” I said; “Play the game. Can’t you keep still? If you can’t keep still, keep quiet.” So then we followed him not saying a word. It was fine to hear Pee-wee not talking. Pretty soon we came to a place that I knew. They call it New Corners. It isn’t exactly new, it’s kind of slightly used. It’s a village. There’s a sign that says New Corners; that’s so you’ll know it’s there. It’s about as big as New York only smaller. Hervey turned around and said, “Let’s buy some gumdrops. Intermission; you can all talk.” We had about fourteen cents altogether and we bought some gumdrops in the post office and divided them. There was a big pole outside the barber shop that locked like a peppermint stick and we wished that we could eat that. When we started off again, Hervey held his hat out on the end of a stick (he always carries a stick that fellow does) and threw a gumdrop into his hat. “Follow your leader,” he said. I threw a gumdrop into my hat the same way, and he said, “No, you don’t, you’re supposed to follow your leader. Each one throw a gumdrop into my hat.” Oh boy, you should have seen our young Animal Cracker go up in the air. He yelled, “What do you think I am?” “Play the game!” Hervey shouted. “You’re charged with insubordination.” “I don’t care what kind of a nation I’m charged with,” Pee-wee shouted. “If you throw it into your hat that means I have to throw it into my hat. Do you think I’m throwing away gumdrops? I’ll follow my leader, but——” Just then Hervey threw a gumdrop into Pee-wee’s hat. “Maybe you’re right after all,” the kid said; “you know the rules about the game——” “Now listen,” Hervey said. “Who’s got a watch that’s right?” “I’ve got a watch that’s right,” I said, “and it’s the only thing here that is right.” “That’s because it goes around and around just like we do,” Hervey said; “it never gets anywhere but it keeps going. You can depend on a compass because it always points one way, but a watch keeps changing, you can’t depend on it. One minute it says one thing and another minute it says another thing. That’s what I don’t like about a watch.” “A watch would have to go some to keep up with you,” I said. “You couldn’t carry a watch,” Pee-wee said, “because it would fall out of your pocket. You’re upside down half the time.”