“What do you mean—broken?” asked Jess. “I mean of a colt?”
“Why, a colt is broken to harness,” explained Margy, impatiently. “They are of no account until they’re broken.”
“Now it’s my turn,” said Polly. “Fred, here is a real mannish riddle: What is the best bet made—one covering everything?”
“Gee, that’s some bet—to cover everything. Must be the heavens.”
“Is that your guess?”
“Yes.”
“Well, you’re wrong. The best bet that covers everything is the alphabet.”
“Huh! Why didn’t I think of that?”
“Now you boys must ask us girls. Fred, go ahead.”
“I’ll ask you, Polly. Here is a stinger: What’s the difference between a brand new ten-cent piece and an old-fashion quarter?”