“I took two guesses,” he said, “and that really isn’t fair. I think only one guess should be allowed.”
“I think so, too,” decided Polly. “If each one takes two or three guesses, we use up the afternoon arguing.”
Artie’s easy giggle hinted that he rather enjoyed the argument, but Margy and Jess were loudly in favor of the single guess.
“Your turn now, Margy,” said Polly.
“Why is your nose in the middle of your face, Ward?” asked Margy, with startling suddenness.
Ward had been day-dreaming, and the question caught him unprepared. For the moment he forgot that they were solving riddles.
“Where else would my nose be?” he demanded.
“That’s a riddle,” Margy explained, laughing. “Why is your nose in the center of your face?”
Polly choked and turned it into a cough.
Ward felt of his nose thoughtfully.