I think the world of mine." "I wonder what the surprise will be to-day," said Lloyd, as the jingling of silver and tinkling of ice in glasses sounded on the stairs.
"I know," said Betty, running to open the door for the procession of tray bearers.

"It is conundrum salad.

I helped godmother make it." Eliot, Mom Beck, and the housemaid entered in solemn file, each bearing a tray containing a simple lunch, in the centre of which was a fancy plate containing a pile of crisp green lettuce.
"Isn't that a dainty dish to set before the king!" exclaimed Joyce, examining her conundrum salad.

"Oh, girls, how that did fool me.

I could have sworn that those were real lettuce leaves, and they are only paper.
But what a clever imitation, and what a lot of conundrums written inside!" "See if you can guess this one ?" cried Eugenia.