"Who may you be that asks so boldly ?" "I'll give you a stalk of rhubarb to suck if you can guess," was the unexpected answer.
As I had never in my life seen anything in the least like the prodigy, it was clearly impossible for me to earn the tart succulence of the summer vegetable on such easy terms.
"I should say," I replied, "if the guess savor not of insolence, that one might be forgiven for mistaking you for the Fool of the Family!" The grin expanded till it wellnigh circumnavigated the vast head.

It seemed first of all to make straight for the ears on either side.

Then, quite suddenly, finding these obstacles insurmountable, it dodged underneath them, and the scared observer could almost imagine its two ends meeting with a click somewhere in the wilderness at the back of that unseen hemisphere of hairy thatch.
"Pinked in the white, first time--no trial shot!" cried the object in the doorway, cheerily.

"I am the Fool of the Family.

But not the only one!" At this moment something happened behind--what, I could not make out for some time.