"Well, then, here's one: If the roofs of houses were flat instead of
slanting, why would the rain be like a chained dog?"
"Give it up," said Old Riddler.
"Because it couldn't run off," answered Lois.
"Very good, very good," said the gnome. "Why, that's nearly as good as
some of mine. And now, my young friend, didn't you feel pleased to have
me give up that riddle and let you tell me the answer, straight and
true, just as you knew it ought to be?"
"Oh yes!" said the goose-girl.
"Well, then," continued Old Riddler, "remember this: What pleases you
will often please other people. And never guess another riddle."
Lois, although a rough country girl, was touched by the old man's
earnestness and his gentle tones.
"I never will," said she.
"That's a very well-meaning girl," said Old Riddler to himself as he
walked away, "although she hasn't much polish. I'll come sometimes and
help her a little with her conundrums."
Old Riddler had a son named Huckleberry. He was a smart, bright young
fellow, and resembled his father in many respects. When he went home,
the old gnome told his son about Lois, and tried to impress on his mind
the same lesson he had taught the young girl.
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