“Why, do you know the answer?” cried Patty. “Oh, tell it to me! I’ve puzzled so hard over it!”
“It’s a quibble, of course,—a sort of catch, do you see? And the answer is that London always began with an L, and End always began with an E.”
“Oh,” said Patty, catching the point at once, “I should have known that! I pride myself on guessing those catch questions.”
“You were clever to guess it so quickly, Mr. Van Reypen,” said Mr. Fairfield; “or have you heard it before?”
“Not exactly in that form, no. But so many quibbles are built like that.”
“They are,” agreed Patty; “I ought to have known it. Well, I rather think there are some others you won’t guess so easily.”
“How many have you done?” asked Nan.
“I’ve done about twenty-five out of the hundred. Some were dead easy, and some I had to work on like the mischief.”
“But, Patty,” began her father, “what could you do with a motor car of your own? You don’t want it.”
“Indeed, I do! Why, I’ll have perfectly elegant times scooting around by myself.”