"Who," he shouted, for the wind was still blowing steadily, "is the smallest man in the world?"
"Tom Thumb," said Artie, moving his feet to keep them out of a puddle.
"He was make-believe," said Margy scornfully.
"Well, maybe he wasn't," Jess demurred. "Some of the fairy stories must have been true."
Ward argued that if a fairy story was true, it wasn't a fairy story and Larry was inclined to agree with this point of view.
"Just the same, I think it was Tom Thumb," the obstinate Artie declared. "If it wasn't, who is?"
Margy pulled her sweater more closely around her. They were all thankful that they had brought the warm garments with them, though at the time they started a sweater had seemed quite useless.
"It's such a hot day we'll perish with the heat," Margy had grumbled.
"Who is the smallest man in the world?" mused Fred. "It must be some midget, but how are we going to tell?"
Ward shook his head so violently that he was almost dizzy.