He said, "Oh, yes, it won't move till May first."
"Thank goodness for that," I told him.
I guess maybe you'd better look at the map now, hey? It isn't much of a map, but you should worry. If you don't take a good look at it, pretty soon you won't know where you're at. I guess you can squint out the valley between the mountains. That's Nick's Valley, everything around there belonged to old Nick. If he didn't own the moon, it was because he couldn't reach it.
Now, that's just where we went through, see? And it was all full of puddles—young lakes. I couldn't draw them with a pencil, but they were there. I can prove it, because I got my feet wet. Pretty soon Bert said, "Here's where you ought to have your scout staff with you," and just then I stumbled down among a lot of brush.
"Now you're in it," he said,
"In what?" I asked him.
"In the bed," he said.
"You call this a bed?" I asked him, "I like a brass bed better."
"If you'd only had your staff, you could have felt ahead."
