"You've got to get that word into the answer, you see and it hasn't the very least thing to do with it! Now see:—
'A prophet, after the event,
No startling wisdom teaches;
A second fire would scarce be sent
To gratify the morbid bent
That for fresh horror reaches.
But, friend, do tell me why you went
And mixed it up with peaches!'
It's great fun! And sometimes it's lovely, real poetry. Kate, you've got to give me some words and questions, I'm going to take to Crambo."
"You'll have to mix it up with dish-washing," said Elise. "Dish-washing and dust,—you can't get rid of them!"