So then we—_g-o-o-d night_, there goes the dinner gong, I’ve got to go downstairs to supper. First I have to wash my hands—so long, I’ll see you later. Anyway, that’s the end of this story—thank goodness, I bet that’s what you’ll say. Anyway, I should worry because the next story is worse than this—you’ll see. It tells all about that crazy hike to West Shore Point, that’s what we called it. So if you thought this was the last hike story that’s where you got left. You can’t lose us, boy!