Not even Aunt Lindie could keep a straight face, but to spare Ben's feelings she gave out a verse that she felt certain no one could say after her. And try as they would no one could, not even when she said it slowly: One a-tuory Dickie davy Ockie bonie Ten a-navy. Dickie manie Murkum tine Humble, bumble Twenty-nine. One a-two A zorie, zinn Allie bow Crock a-bowl. Wheelbarrow Moccasin Jollaway Ten. No one could say it, try as they would. "Then answer me this," Aunt Lindie said. "Does it spell Tennessee or is it just an old comical way of counting?" Again no one could answer and Aunt Lindie said smilingly if she told all she knew they would know as much as she. Though perhaps she wasn't aware of it, Aunt Lindie was keeping alive their interest in telling riddles. For young folks went about in their neighborhood trying to find answers to her riddles. She now pointed to Katie Ford, and that young miss started right off, saying: "As I was going to St. Ives," but everyone protested, so Katie had to try another that everyone didn't know. As I was going over London bridge I heard a lad give a call; His tongue was flesh, his mouth was horn, And such a lad was never born. "A rooster!" shouted cross-eyed Steve Morley, who vowed Katie looked straight at him. And in the bat of an eye he said: As I went over London bridge I met my sister Ann; I pulled off her head and sucked her blood And let her body stand. "A bottle of wine," two in the corner spoke at once, which was against the rules, but both thought Steve was looking in their direction. "Tell another," Aunt Lindie settled the matter. "As I went over London bridge I met a man," said Steve. "If I was to tell his name I'd be to blame. I have told his name five times over. Who was it?" No one spoke up for they all knew the answers to Steve's simple, threadbare riddles. "The answer is I," he said, running a hand over his bristling pompadour. And lest he assert his rights by starting on another, Aunt Lindie, which was her right, gave a jingle and the answer to it too. As I walked out in my garden of lilies There I saw endible, crindible, cronable kernt Ofttimes pestered my eatable, peatable, partable present, And I called for my man William, the second of quillan, To bring me a quill of anatilus feather That I might conquer the endible, crindible, cronable kernt.