“Hush, Jimmy!” cried Lina, in disgust. “You don't know how to ask riddles. You must n't give the answers, too. Ask one riddle at a time and let some one else answer it. I'll ask one and see who can answer it:
“'As I was going through a field of wheat
I picked up something good to eat,
'Twas neither fish nor flesh nor bone,
I kept it till it ran alone?'”
“A snake! A snake!” guessed Florence. “That's a easy riddle.”
“Snake, nothing!” scoffed Jimmy, “you can't eat a snake. 'Sides Lina wouldn't 'a' picked up a snake. Is it a little baby rabbit, Lina?”
“It was neither fish nor flesh nor bone,” she declared; “and a rabbit is flesh and bone.”
“Then it's boun' to be a apple,” was Jimmy's next guess; “that ain't no flesh and blood and it's good to eat.”
“An apple can't run alone,” she triumphantly answered. “Give it up? Well, it was an egg and it hatched to a chicken. Now, Florence, you ask one.”
“S'pose a man was locked up in a house,” she asked, “how'd he get out?”
“Clam' outer a winder,” guessed Billy.
“'Twa'n't no winder to the house,” she declared.