sighed Harry. “You did make it up yourself, papa?”
“Yes, it’s quite home-made,” was the reply. “Suppose the rest of you try it.”
“I couldn’t make mine rhyme,” said Harry. “I never could make things rhyme.”
“I will make up the first one,” said Chub. “Are you all ready?” They told him they were, and Chub cleared his throat portentously.
“Well—er—why am I like a young pig with a pink nose?”
“There’s so many reasons,” said Dick, “but, to keep you in good humor, I speak for all when I say we give it up.”
“Because I’m always Eaton: see? Eaton—eating!”
“What’s the pink nose got to do with it?” asked Roy.
“Oh, I just put that in to make it harder.”
“That’s a rank conundrum!” jeered Dick.
“There speaks envy,” returned Chub, sadly. “Let’s hear you give a better one.”
“All right. Why did the animals go into the ark?”
“Because there was Noah else!” shouted
