Why is a red man with a
green hat like a good boy who has a large duck in a small pond?"
"Go away!" said the small girl. "I came here to pick flowers. I don't
know riddles."
"Perhaps that one was too easy," said Huckleberry, kindly. "I have all
sorts. Here is one with longer words, divided into syllables. I'll say
it slowly for you: What is the dif-fer-ence between a mag-nan-i-mous
ship-mate and the top-most leaf-let on your grand-mo-ther's bar-ber-ry
bush?"
"I haven't got any grandmother," said she.
"Oh, well! Any grandmother will do," said Huckleberry.
"I can't guess it," said the small girl, who was now beginning to lose
her fear of the funny little fellow. "I never guessed any riddles. I'm
not old enough."
"Very well, then," said Huckleberry, "I'll tell you what I'll do. Let's
sit down here under the tree, and I'll tell you one of father's
riddles, and give you the answer. His riddles are better than mine,
because none of mine have any answers. I don't put answers to them, for
I can never think of any good ones. I met a boy once, and told him a
lot of my riddles; and he learned them, and went about asking people to
guess them, and when the people gave them up, he couldn't tell them the
answers, because there were none, and that made everybody mad.
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