"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. Huckleberry was a very good little chap, but he was quick-witted and rather forward, and often made his father very angry by guessing his riddles; and so he needed a good deal of parental counsel. Nearly all that night, Huckleberry thought about what his father had told him. But not at all as Old Riddler intended he should. "What a fine thing it must be," said Huckleberry to himself, "to go out into the world and teach people things. I'm going to try it myself." So, the next day, he started off on his mission. The first person he saw was a very small girl playing under a big oak-tree. When the small girl saw the young gnome, she was frightened and drew back, standing up as close against the tree as she could get. But up stepped Master Huckleberry, with all the airs and graces he could command. "Can you tell me, my little miss," said he, "why an elephant with a glass globe of gold-fish tied to his tail is like a monkey with one pink eye and one of a mazarine blue?" "No," said the small girl, "I don't know. Go away!" "Oh," said Huckleberry, "perhaps that's too hard for you. I know some nice little ones, in words of one syllable. 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."