"Why is it like me?" said Ralph.
"Because everybody likes it when it is good." And Ralph wondered why they all laughed.
"Why is it like the grass?" asked Ernestine.
"Because it is greenest in the spring."
Then the questions poured upon Miss Benton rapidly, as the girls began to see how the game was played.
"Why is it like music?" asked Gretta.
"Because it suggests pleasant thoughts."
"Why is it like a novel?"
"It is often highly flavored."
"Why is it like an egg?"