Pretty soon it flickers out." "It's just over this next hill, and they got circus wagons and a fire where they cook their dinners, right outdoors, and fighting roosters, and tell your fortune." Dave rose.
"Of course I don't say I know it all yet.

There's a catch in it I haven't figured out.

But I'm right as far as I've gone.

You can't go wrong if you take the facts and stay by 'em and don't read books that leave the facts to one side, like most books do." "Yes, sir," said Wilbur, "and they sleep inside their wagons and I wish we had a wagon like that and drove round the country and lived in it." "All right," said his father.

"Stir your stumps." They followed the path that led up over another little hill winding through clumps of hazel brush and a sparse growth of oak and beech.