"Huh! I should say it was! Nobody could answer a riddle like that!" declared Russ.
"Yes, they can!" insisted Laddie. "It's a riddle! And I made it up all by myself. Nobody told me, and I know the answer."
"Well, that's more than I do," said Mrs. Bunker with a laugh. "Suppose you tell us, Laddie."
"And then Daddy can tell us about the boat we're going to ride on to Aunt Jo's," suggested Rose.
"Yes, I'll do that," said Mr. Bunker. "Go on, Laddie. What is the riddle you thought of?"
"What kind of a boat don't have to go in water?" asked the little boy, his eyes shining, for he loved to make up riddles.
"Well, go on. Tell us the answer," said his mother.
"It's a gravy boat!" laughed Laddie. "You know, a gravy boat. It's the kind of a dish we have on the table, with gravy in it, for your bread. You don't have to put that kind of a boat in water."
"That's right! You don't," said Mr. Bunker. "That was a good riddle, Laddie."
"And maybe I could think up another one," went on the little boy. "I almost got one. It's about what makes bread always fall with the butter-side down. But I haven't thought of the answer yet."