“Will you take the car?” asked Mrs. Bunker.
“Yes, I think I’d better. Laddie may have fallen asleep, and he’s pretty heavy to carry.”
“I’ll go with you,” offered Adam, and soon they were at the police station.
There they found Laddie wide awake, sitting in the assembly room of the station house, while several officers, who were on reserve duty, were laughing and joking with him.
“He’s far from being asleep,” said Mr. North.
“I should say so!” agreed Mr. Bunker. “Laddie boy, what in the world are you doing down here?” he asked the little fellow.
“I came down to find out about a riddle,” he answered.
“And he’s had us all guessing riddles ever since he walked in here about an hour ago,” chuckled the police sergeant in charge of the station. “He’s a great boy!”
“I didn’t perzactly come down here to ask riddles,” said Laddie. “But I wanted to make up a riddle about a policeman to ask Farmer Joel when I got to the farm, and I had to see a police station inside to make up the riddle.”
“Well, did you make the riddle up?” asked the sergeant, with another laugh. Life at the station was very often dull, and the men on duty welcomed any little change.