"It's no use making jokes for such an unappreciative audience," Lowboy grumbled. "Take care, Kris, that you don't get wall-eyed during the night."
Still nobody laughed.
"Surely you get that one!" said Lowboy. "It's very simple—wall, wall-eyed, you see."
"I appreciate you," said Highboy, "but you know I never laugh."
"You'd grow fat if you did," said Lowboy. "Speaking of fat, let's see what's happened to Alligator. Three guesses, what has he done?"
But nobody guessed because they were all quite sure what Alligator had done. They went out in a body to look for him. He lay beside the barn with his eyes shut and a smug smile on his face. Muffled grunts and squeals sounded from his inside.
"What good does it do to eat things when you have to give them up in the morning?" Hortense asked.
"What good does it do you to eat supper when you have to eat breakfast in the morning?" demanded Alligator.
"It isn't the same thing," said Hortense.
"It's meat and cake and milk at night, and oatmeal and toast in the morning," said Lowboy. "Not the same thing at all."