“You did,” returned Patty, smiling on him; “and just for that I’m going to take you a whole block in my motor car!”
“Oh! how lovely. But, first, catch your car.”
“Now, what’s the only one left?” asked Philip, who wanted to distinguish himself again.
“Oh, just a simple conundrum,” said Patty. “What is lower with a head on it than without one?”
“That sounds simple, but it isn’t easy,” said Philip, after a few moments’ thoughts. “Nails,—pins,—cabbage heads,—nothing seems to be the right idea.”
And, try as they would, they couldn’t think of anything that led to the right answer.
The boys went home, declaring they’d think it up, and Patty mulled it over in her mind all the evening, without result.
Then she went to bed, declaring she’d dream of the answer.
The next morning she overslept, and Nan, fearing she would be late with her list of answers, went to waken her.
“Wake up, you little April Fool,” she cried, gently pulling Patty’s gold curls.