“You knew it all the time!” Ward accused his chum. “You sat there like a chump, just pretending.”
Artie did not deny the charge. His twinkling blue eyes spoke for him and he was distinctly pleased with his joke that had kept a roomful of people silent for three minutes or so.
“Sit up and behave,” President Polly commanded sternly. “Is there any other riddle to be asked? No? Some one make the motion to adjourn.”
Fred made the motion, Jess seconded it, and the meeting was over.
Mrs. Williamson looked smilingly at Polly.
“Perhaps I should have spoken of this before your meeting was over,” she said. “But to tell you the truth, I’ve only just now remembered it. Mr. Williamson would like to offer another riddle with a prize for the answer.”
The Riddle Club had had these prize riddles before. It was always fun to try to get the answer, and the prize was always worth while.
“If you’ll write it down, Polly,” suggested Mrs. Williamson, “I’ll give it to you now. The answers are to be read at your next regular meeting and the prize will be five dollars.”
Mrs. Marley whispered to her.
“Oh, yes, I forgot to say that the prize is to go to the Riddle Club bank—not to an individual,” said Mrs. Williamson.