"And cut fingers and bumps?" asked Laddie, who had almost forgotten the
riddle about William's croup that he was striving to make.

But Vi did not forget the croup. One could trust Vi never to forget
anything about which she once set out to gather information.

"But how did William catch the croup through a broken window in the
neu-ral-gi-a?" she demanded. "When I had croup I got my feet wet first."

"He hasn't got the croup!" Rose cried again, while Russ began to laugh
heartily.

"Oh, Vi!" Russ said, "you got it twisted. William caught cold driving
Aunt Jo's coupé with the window broken in it. He's got neuralgia from
that."

"And isn't there any croup about it?" Laddie demanded rather sadly.
"Then I'll have to start making my riddle all over again."

"Will that be awful hard to do, Laddie?" asked his twin. "Why! making
riddles must be worse than having neu-ral-gi-a--or croup."

"Well, it's harder," sighed her brother. "It's easy to catch--Oh! Oh!
Russ! Rose! I got it!"

"You haven't neuralgia, like poor William," announced Rose with
confidence.

"Listen!" announced the glowing Laddie. "What is it that's so easy to
catch but nobody runs after?"