“We’re going to have all the games we can think of,” said Margy. “Picking a ring out of a plate of flour; trying to bite a marshmallow on a string; ducking for apples, of course. What else, Fred?”
“I know,” cried Artie, before Fred could answer. “Go out in the garden and pull up a cabbage. I read about it in a book.”
CHAPTER III
JESS HAS LUCK
All of the other members of the Riddle Club stared at Artie in blank wonder.
“Cabbages?” cried Fred.
“What do we pull up a cabbage for?” Margy demanded, curiously.
“To see whether you’ll be rich or poor,” said Artie, as though that settled the matter.
“How will you know whether you’ll be rich and poor?” Ward demanded.
“Not rich and poor,” Artie corrected him. “Who ever heard of any one being rich and poor? Rich or poor, silly.”
“Well, all right,” agreed Ward, amiably. “Rich or poor then. How’ll we know we’re going to be rich or poor by looking at a cabbage?”