"Then it must be right, 'cause there's a quotation or something that says truth is beauty. We wouldn't want all our poems to be just alike, you know."
"No, I s'pose not," and Tom felt greatly encouraged by Marjorie's kind criticism.
"Next," said King, "is our Puzzle Department. It's sort of queer, but it's Sandow's contribution, and he said to put it in, and he'd explain about it. So here it is.
"'Sandy Prize Puzzle. Prize, a musical top, donated by the author. Question: Is the number of sands on the seashore odd or even? Anybody in this court who can answer this question truthfully will receive the prize. Signed, Sandow.'"
"That's nonsense," cried Hester. "How can anybody tell whether we answer truthfully or not?"
"I can tell," said Sandow, gravely. "Whoever first answers it truthfully will get the prize."
"But it's ridiculous," said King. "In the first place, how much seashore do you mean? Only that here at Seacote, or all the Atlantic shore? Or all the world?"
Dick considered. "I mean all the seashore in all the world," he said, at last.