"Yes, a nice musical top Uncle John sent to me. I've never used it much, it's as good as new. I wish somebody would guess."
Nobody did, and Dick sighed.
"Bet you can't answer your old puzzle, yourself," said Hester.
"Yes, I can," averred Dick, "but you must ask it to me."
"All right," said King. "Mr. Sandow, honorable and noble courtier of Sand Court, is the number of sea sands odd or even? Answer truthfully now."
"I don't know," replied Dick, "and that's the truth!"
How they all laughed! It was a quibble, of course, but the Maynard children were surprised at themselves that they hadn't seen through the catch.
Dick sat on the sand, rocking back and forth with laughter.
"The witch ought to have guessed it," he cried; "or else the Queen ought to."
"Yes, my courtier, we ought," Marjorie admitted. "You caught us fairly, and we hereby give you the post of wizard of this court. Sand Piper, what's next in your journal?"