“It’s in the middle of your face,” said Margy, hastily. “Why?”
“You don’t have to keep telling me,” Ward announced, with dignity. “I heard you. My nose is in the middle of my face because—because a nose knows where it ought to be.”
“Not bad,” said Fred.
“I told you the answer myself, and Polly nearly gave it away by laughing,” said Margy. “The reason your nose is in the middle of your face, Ward, is because it is the scenter.”
“The center of what?” asked the suspicious Ward.
“The center is the middle—that’s one kind,” said Margy, patiently. “And then it’s the scenter—your nose is—because you use it to smell with.”
Ward considered this in silence for a few moments.
“Well, maybe,” he admitted reluctantly.
“There’s no maybe about it,” said Margy. “Are you going to pay a forfeit?”
“I don’t mind,” said Ward.