“Bet you can’t guess this, Polly,” said Fred: “What is that which we often return but never borrow?”
“Why, Fred Williamson, that’s my own pet riddle,” protested Polly. “I was saving it up to ask you.”
“What don’t you borrow?” asked Jess, curiously.
“Thanks,” said Polly.
“What for? I didn’t do anything,” replied Jess, bewildered.
“That’s the answer to the riddle,” said Polly, merrily.
“I want to ask Margy a riddle,” Jess said. “What word will, if you take away the first letter, make you sick?”
“You always pick out riddles with arithmetic in them,” Margy complained. “And I can’t spell long words, either.”
“This isn’t a long word,” Jess encouraged her. “It’s a short one.”
“Wait a minute,” said Polly, rising. “Some one is knocking on the door.”