If I've got to be lost I'd rather be lost where there aren't so many stickers." "Yes," agreed Amy, "I suppose we must do the usual thing.

We must walk until we drop.

Then we cover ourselves with leaves, pillow our heads on a rock and sleep the sleep of exhaustion." "What was that ?" asked Clint.
"What was what?
Don't tell me you heard a bear!" "I guess it was the trolley car.

Only it seemed to come from over that way, and that fellow said the trolley line was over there." "I don't believe that fellow very well," responded Amy pessimistically.
"He said he'd get us to Wharton, and he didn't.

He said his old car would go, and it didn't.