For a little while I sort of wished we were on our way to camp instead of on our way away from it. It seemed funny not to be going home at that time. Suppers are dandy at Temple Camp. I don’t know, I felt a little funny because it seemed as if we had no right to keep going like that as long as the day was over. I kind of wished we had ’phoned at Brookside. I could see Brent was a little worried too. He said, “Come on, let’s beat it for Greenvale and find a ’phone.” The only one that didn’t care was Hervey. Because he never cares. He just thinks about what’s happening and not about what’s going to happen. No one can change him, that’s what Uncle Jeb says. A lot of times he has been in trouble on account of that. Even then he was on probation, but he should worry, because he was having plenty of fun. “One place is as good as another, if not better,” that’s what he says. Once he stayed all night at a gypsy camp, and once he rode up to Albany with a peddler. Outside of us his best friend was Sandwich, because Sandwich didn’t have any rules. He’d leave any of us to follow Hervey. So we started off again, and it was about half-past six when we got to Greenvale. Hervey said, “Foiled again, the ’phone is on the right, it’s in the station.” “I’m going to get a chocolate sundae,” Pee-wee called out. “You can’t,” Warde told him. “There are no Sunday trains. Stung again. This is a good place to eat supper, we can just sit down around the time-table.” “No stops,” Hervey said, hiking right along. “Carnival next stop.” “Just a minute,” Brent said; “we’re going to ’phone from that station.” “And be ordered home,” Hervey said. “Nix on that.” “We’re going to ’phone,” Brent said, “so that settles it.” “It settles us, all right,” Hervey said. He didn’t seem mad or disgruntled, he seemed just happy-go-lucky, the way he always is. Anyway I couldn’t see that he was sore about it. The kid was sore because he couldn’t get a soda, but Hervey wasn’t. When I thought about it afterward—after what happened—I remembered that he wasn’t mad. I guess I never saw him really mad anyway. He just said, “We’re making the mistake of our lives, Gaylong. Safety first.” “That’s just what I say,” Brent laughed. “If it’s got to be did, I’ll did it,” said Hervey. And he just kept on marching right around and over toward the station. Warde said, “You ought to be the one to talk, Brent.” “What’s the difference?” Brent said. Then he called, “Hey, Hervey, do you know what number to ask for?” “I’ll ask her what number she’s got,” he called back. “I’ll pick out a nice one.” “Tell them we’re going to the carnival in Greenvale if it’s all right,” Brent called to him. “Tell them we’ll be home at about eleven.” “Better make it twelve, hey?” Hervey called. “I’ll make it one, that’s easier to remember.” “Eleven, I said,” Brent called. “Ask for Leeds two-seven.” “All right, old Doctor Gaylong,” Hervey called back.