History spoke up, as usual, with one of his eternal school-book memories, and piped out:
"You remind me, Quiz, of the day when Archimeter jumped out of his bath-tub and ran around yelling, 'Euraker! Euraker!"
But Heady shouted:
"Somebody stuff a sofa-cushion down History's mouth until we learn what it is that Quiz has got."
"Or what it is that's got Quiz," added Jumbo.
When History had been upset, and Sleepy set up, Quiz, who had run several blocks with his news, found breath to gasp:
"The Crows are going to have a banquet!"
Then he flopped over on the couch and proceeded to pant like a steam-roller.
The rest of the Dozen stared at Quiz a moment, then passed a look around as if they thought that either Quiz was out of his head or they were. Then they all exclaimed in chorus:
"Well, what of it?"