“Well, let’s work it out,” said the Eterædarium, spreading out his fingers. “Let’s see, that’s my wife’s aunt,” he continued, pointing to his thumb, “and that’s my brother’s son,” he added, touching the next finger, “and the other two will do for Dick and Tom. Now—er——”
“Who is the other finger?” interrupted the Dodo, anxiously.
“Me,” said the Palæotherium, solemnly and ungrammatically.
“It isn’t,” declared the other.
“It is,” repeated the Palæotherium.
“Oh, very well! let it be so,” cried the Archæopteryx, impatiently. “What’s the answer, anyhow?”
"'Who is the other finger?' interrupted the Dodo, anxiously."
“I don’t know,” said the Eterædarium, staring at his fingers stupidly. “I don’t see what relation those two fingers are to the other two. Well, what relation is Dick to Tom?” he asked, turning to the Dodo.