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" "How could William get the croup that way?" Violet asked with much emphasis. Of course, Vi was always asking questions—so many questions, indeed, that it was often impossible for her elders to answer them all; and certainly Rose and Russ Bunker, who were putting together a "cut-up" puzzle on the table, could not be bothered by Vi's insistence. "I don't see how he could have got the croup that way," repeated the smaller girl. There were six of the little Bunkers, and Vi and Laddie were twins. She said to Laddie, who was looking on at the puzzle making: "Do you know how William did it, Laddie?" Laddie, whose real name wasn't "Laddie" at all, but Fillmore Bunker, shook his head decidedly. "I don't know," he told his twin sister. "Not unless it is a riddle: 'How did William get the croup?'" "He hasn't got the croup," put in Rose, for just a moment giving the twins her attention. "Why—ee!" cried Vi. "Aunt Jo said he had!" "She didn't," returned Rose rather shortly and not at all politely. "She did so!" rejoined Vi instantly, for although she and Rose loved each other very much they were not always in agreement. Vi's gray eyes snapped she was so vexed. "Aunt Jo said that a window got broke in—in the neu-ral- gi-a and William had to drive a long way yesterday and the wind blew on him and he got the croup." "Was that the way of it?" said Laddie, thoughtfully. "Wait a minute, Vi. I've most got it——" "You're not going to have the croup!" declared his twin. "You never had it! But I have had the croup, and I didn't catch it the way William did." "No-o," admitted Laddie. "But—but I'm catching a new riddle if you'd only wait a minute for me to get it straight."