He sat up with a start and found himself confronting the smiling countenance of Miss Warden, the librarian, who had been shaking him not unkindly.
"Where have you been ?" she asked, laughing.
"To a desert island," said Pee-wee.
He roused himself and wandered out into the balmy air and down toward the river, a lonesome little figure.

A broad field bordered the stream and crossing this he approached the old car which was the troops' headquarters.

But before he reached it he was aware of something which caused him to rub his eyes and stare.

As sure as he lived, there in front of him was the seventeenth century, F.O.

B.Bridgeboro, with all appurtenances and accessories.