"Oh, well, he can have that," Russ answered. "Daddy gave him that, anyhow. But we can ask him for the papers."
"S'posin' he hasn't got 'em?"
"What makes you s'pose so much?" demanded Russ. "Wait till we get there, and we can tell what to do."
"All right," agreed Laddie. "I can be thinking of a riddle. Maybe I could ask the lumberman a riddle, Russ. Could I?"
"Maybe. But maybe he doesn't like 'em. Some folks don't."
"I could ask him an easy one, about the miller's hat, or about why the tickets don't get mad when the conductor punches 'em."
"No, don't ask him that one," Russ said.
"Why not?"
"'Cause that one about the tickets is too hard—nobody knows the answer. You don't yourself."
"I know I don't, but maybe the lumberman might. Maybe he'd like to answer it. I guess I'll ask him."