"Has you got a cat?" asked Mun Bun. "I want to love something, too," and he looked at Aunt Jo with big, round eyes. "No," answered Daddy's sister, "I haven't a cat, but Alexis is large enough for all you six little Bunkers to love, I guess," and truly the Great Dane seemed so. "What makes Alexis so big?" asked Vi. "Because he's a Great Dane." "What makes a Great Dane be so big?" "Vi, Vi!" protested her mother. "Don't ask any more questions now." "But come in and get your things off," went on Aunt Jo. "I'm keeping you standing in the hall as if I didn't have room for you inside. Come in, make yourselves at home and I'll have Parker hurry the lunch. You must be starved." "We had breakfast, but it wasn't much," said Russ. "I guess it's on account of war times." Russ had really eaten a big breakfast, but, of course, that had been a long time before. "Well, of course we must all help with the war," said Aunt Jo, "but I think Parker can give you enough to eat." "Is Parker a cat?" asked Vi. "Oh, no!" laughed Aunt Jo. "Parker is my cook. I call her by her last name instead of her first name, as it is the same as mine. Parker is a very good cook, you'll find." "If Parker was a cat maybe I could think up a riddle about her," put in Laddie. "Anyhow, I know a new riddle, Aunt Jo." "Do you? Well, I must hear it," she said, as she opened the door to the sitting-room. "Oh, Laddie, can't you wait to ask riddles until we get our things off?" asked his mother. "I--I'm afraid I might forget it," said the little boy. "It's a hard riddle." "Well, let me hear it," said Aunt Jo with a laugh. "I used to be pretty good at guessing them." "This is it," said Laddie. "I didn't make it up, but I asked one of the sailors on the steamer for a good riddle, and he told me this one. It's, 'What can you put in your left hand that you can't put in your right hand?' That's the riddle." "Pooh! there can't be any answer to that," said Russ. "If you can put anything in your left hand you can put it in your right, too. Look!" He took his knife from his pocket, and put it first in his right hand and then in his left. "But I don't mean a knife," said Laddie. "'Tisn't what you _can_ put in both hands, it's what you _can't_." "Let me hear the riddle again," begged Aunt Jo. "What can you put in your left hand that you _can't_ put in your right?" asked Laddie. "It's awful hard--you'll never guess it," he went on, laughing at the puzzled look on Aunt Jo's face. They all tried to guess the riddle--that is all except the smallest children--Mun Bun and Margy, and they were too much taken up with loving the dog Alexis. Aunt Jo tried several things, but she found she could put them in one hand as easily as she could in the other, so that couldn't be the answer. "Do you give up?" asked Laddie. "Yes," said his father, "we all give up. Tell us the answer." "It's your right elbow," said the little boy with a laugh. "Your right elbow?" cried Russ.