"Where? Where is the house?" demanded Vi anxiously. "I don't see any house."
"Well, it's a very small house. But there it is," said her brother, pointing ahead with confidence.
"Oh! I see it, Laddie," cried Vi. "Oh, what a little house it is—and so close to the tracks! Do you suppose anybody lives in that little house?"
"I don't know. It is small," admitted Laddie.
"Maybe a dog lives in it. It isn't much bigger than Mr. Striver's dog-house at home in Pineville."
"I guess it isn't a dog-house. Anyway, we'll see."
"Maybe it's a candy store," suggested the reviving Vi more cheerfully. "If you could spend your dime, Laddie, for something to eat, I'd feel a whole lot better, I guess."
"Oh, I know what it is, Vi!" exclaimed the boy suddenly. "It's a riddle."
"There you go again with your old riddles," sniffed Vi. "We can't eat riddles."
"This is a good one," declared her brother cheerfully. "I'm going to ask you: What looks like a dog-house, but isn't a dog-house?"