"Agreed, agreed.

I will do my best.

I am making a conundrum.

How will a conundrum reckon ?" "Low, I am afraid, sir, very low," answered his son;--"but we shall be indulgent--especially to any one who leads the way." "No, no," said Emma, "it will not reckon low.

A conundrum of Mr.
Weston's shall clear him and his next neighbour.