"I'd really like to tell you, but if I did, you'd know, you know." So saying, a little figure jumped up on Billy's chest and sat there with his face all screwed up as if he were making fun.
"Who are you laughing at?" asked Billy.
"Oh! what a good spring board you make," said the little man, jumping up and down on Billy's chest. And the rubber suit did make a fine jumping place for him.
"I asked you a question," said Billy, indignantly.
"That's not my fault."
"Aren't you going to answer me?"
"Give it up; try me with another," said the little man.
"Another what?" asked Billy.
"Another question of course, and if I can't answer that you owe me two forfeits—by the way how many does that make?"
"What?"