“Wasn’t that lovely?”
“Indeed, it was,” declared Mr. Cinnamon Stick; “and now I believe we have heard from every one of this large family—”
TALE OF THE INTERROGATION POINT
“No, you haven’t! No, you haven’t!” cried a sprightly voice, and there appeared the queerest figure imaginable, coming apparently up from the floor like a Jack in the box.
He seemed to be a combination of every one of them, and before he had even spoken he seemed to be asking a question.
“Look at me. Guess who I am.”
“An Interrogation Point,” announced the Vinegar Doll.
“Yes, but an Interrogation Point asks a question. Who can answer it?”
The dolls leaned forward curiously examining this figure.