She made up a line: "'So what will Joyce Ware if she meets a great bear ?' Nobody could get the last rhyme for awhile, but after floundering around a few minutes I had a sudden inspiration and sprang up and struck an attitude as if I were on the stage, and solemnly thundered out: "'And how can he shoot him with _no_ gun ?' "In my dream it seemed the most thrilling thing--I was the heroine of the hour, and Lieutenant Logan took me aside and told me that the question which I had embodied in that last line was the question of the ages.

It had staggered the philosophers and scientists of all times.
Nobody could answer that question--'how can he shoot him with no gun,' and he was a better and a happier man, to think that I had rhymed that ringing query with the proud name of Logan.

It's the silliest dream I ever had, but you can't imagine how real it seemed at the time.

I was so stuck up over his compliments that I began flouncing around with my head held high, like the picture of 'Oh, fie! you haughty Jane.'" "Oh, Joyce, what a dream to dream on wedding-cake!" exclaimed Mary, with a long indrawn breath.

There was no mistaking her interpretation of it.
Everybody laughed, and Joyce hastened to explain, "It isn't worth anything, Mary.