"Where does the fire go when it goes out?" Laddie asked. "That's my riddle. Where does the fire go when it goes out?"
"It doesn't go anywhere," declared Russ. "It just stays where it is."
"Part of it goes away," declared Laddie. "Where does it go? Where does the hot part go when the fire goes out?"
"Up in the air," said Rose.
"Off in the ocean!" exclaimed Mun Bun, who really did not know what they were talking about.
"Does it, Daddy?" asked Laddie.
"Why, I don't know," said Mr. Bunker. "It's your riddle; you ought to know what the answer is."
"But I don't," admitted Laddie. "I made up the riddle, but I don't know what the answer is. If some of you could think of a good answer it would be a good riddle."
"Yes, I guess it would," agreed Mrs. Bunker. "This is the time you didn't think of a good one, Laddie. A riddle isn't much good unless some one knows the answer."
Perhaps some of you who are reading this story can tell the answer.