"I wonder what anybody wanted to start a village down here for ?" "Maybe--maybe they did it kind of absentmindedly," Pee-wee said.

"I never started a village so I don't know." "Well, you'll startle one anyway," Charlie said.
"I guess the village isn't much bigger than you are." The road took them southward through the valley.

They were not far west of the highway but the low country and the thick woods obscured it from view.

They could hear the tooting of auto horns over that way and sometimes human voices sounding strange across the intervening solitude.
"I don't see why they didn't set the village down over at the highway; it's not more than a mile or so," Charlie said.

"Maybe they were afraid the autos would run over it; safety first, hey?
Nobody'll run over it here, that's one sure thing." Pee-wee took the last bite of a hot frankfurter he had bought at a roadside shack on the highway and was now more free to talk.
"Listen," he said, "what's that ?" It was a distant rattling sound which began suddenly and ended suddenly.
They both listened.
"There must be a bridge up there along the highway," Charlie said, "that's the sound of cars going over it.