I clapped my hands, and so did he.
Then out I ran, nor stopped until
I reached the round tower on the hill.
I called to him. ‘Hello!’ I said;
‘Hello!’ he answered overhead.
His name, pray tell what can it be,
The boy who looks and talks like me.”
Ray had heard riddles before but he was not very good at guessing them.
“Will you please say it once more?” said Ray, and Stanzill smiled and repeated the riddle.
“Now be very careful,” said Stanzill, “because you only have three guesses.”