"Then that's silly, too," said Tom, "for how far does the seashore go? Just to the edge of the ocean, or all the way under?"
"All the way under," replied Dick, solemnly.
"Then you really mean all the sand in all the world!"
"Yes; that's it. Of course, all the sand in all the world numbers a certain number of grains. Now, is that number odd or even?"
"You're crazy, Dick!" said Hester, but Marjorie said, "No, he isn't crazy; I think there's a principle there somewhere, but I can't work it out."
"I guess you can't!" said King. "I give it up."
"So do I!" declared Tom, and at last they all gave it up.
"Now you must answer it yourself, Dick," said King.
"Then nobody gets the prize," objected Sandow.
"No, you keep it yourself. Have you got one, anyhow?"