ANOTHER MEETING
Ward was not a good runner and he was quickly out of breath. Panting and gasping, he trailed after the others and by the time he came up with them he was in no shape to ask a riddle or any kind of question for as long as three minutes.
They all dropped comfortably on the sand and Polly insisted that no one should ask a riddle until Ward was ready.
"That is, if he hasn't forgotten the one he remembered," Fred remarked, for Ward often remembered something and forgot it before he could tell it.
Fat Ward looked reproachfully at Fred, but just then he recalled his riddle and that pleased him so much he decided not to be cross.
"I'm all ready," he beamed. "Who'll I ask?"
"Me," said Artie. "Bet you can't ask a riddle I can't answer."
Of course this rash challenge earned him the right to be "asked first," and Ward's eyes danced.
"When does the ocean resemble a big bakery?" he demanded.
"Huh," Artie said. "Huh, that's easy——"