Ben slowly shook his head. "On the wrong track, my dear Dorothy."
"But you said it had lived on land, though you doubted if it ever would do so again."
"Yes, verily, so said I."
"Then we won't guess any more, will we girls? We gave it up and it has to stay given up."
"Do you really want to know?"
"Oh, we're not particular," replied Dorothy, with a little toss of her head.
"Oh, well, then," said Ben, "I won't bother myself to tell you." He picked up the morning paper as if the last word had been said on the subject.
"Ben Barker, you are just the worst tease," said Edna, tousling his hair. "You've just got to tell us after rousing our curiosity."
"Oh, I am willing to tell you if you really want to know, but I thought you didn't. It was a large piece of driftwood."
"Oh, you mean, mean thing!" Edna began to pommel him with her fist and the others joined in.