“That’s the easiest yet,” said Roy. “The answer’s half an hour.”
“Wait, please!” cried Harry. “I’ve just thought of a lovely one. You know this, papa, and so you mustn’t guess. What’s the difference between a spiritualist and a sailor?”
“I’ve heard that,” said Dick. “It’s something about ghosts, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but you mustn’t tell,” warned Harry. “Do you know it, Chub?”
“What, that? Huh, that was the first conundrum I ever made up! I got a prize for that!”
“Then what’s the answer, smarty?”
“Why—er—one goes to sea in the day and the other goes to see in the dark. Come on, fellows.”
“That’s not right, Chub! Do you all give it up? Well, the answer is, one sees to ghosts and the other goes to sea.”
“Wasn’t that what I said?” demanded Chub from the steps. “Hasn’t she simply taken the words from my mouth, Dick?”
“No, she hasn’t,” laughed Dick.
“Anyhow,” said Chub aggrievedly, “it isn’t as nice as one I know about a chestnut.”
