“Why, Fred, cabinet makers, of course,” replied Mrs. Williamson.
“Here’s the ten cents for you, Mother,” said Mr. Williamson, gleefully. “I’m glad one of us solved a riddle.”
“Polly’s last,” said Ward. “Go on, Polly, ask your dad.”
“Why is an egg lightly boiled like one boiled too much, Daddy?” asked Polly, smiling.
“I know nothing about cooking,” said Mr. Marley, pretending to frown. “Is it because you can’t eat it?”
“Forfeit, Daddy!” cried Artie. “He’s wrong, isn’t he, Polly?”
“The answer is, ‘Because it is hardly done,’” said Polly, holding out her hand for the ten cents.
They had planned to ask each other riddles, but when Mrs. Marley suggested they all go down to the kitchen and make molasses candy and cool it in the snow, the members of the Riddle Club decided that they had had enough riddles.
“We put our five dollars into the collection, so we are not being selfish,” said Polly, soberly. “How much money have we for the poor family, Fred?”
“Counting the five dollars, we have five dollars and sixty cents,” said Fred.