“But won’t you come?”
“I haven’t had any invitation.”
“Take one; do come!” they shouted.
Mr. Plummer laughed, and went and sat down on a roller-cart close by Josephus.
“Will the party be done right away after supper?” asked Hiram as they all nibbled cocoanut.
“Oh, not so soon!” cried Annetta.
“It hasn’t lasted five minutes,” said Mrs. Plummer.
“Play charades; do, please do!” cried Floy. “I went to a real party last night, and they played charades. One charade was ‘Mother Goose.’”
“How do you play it?” asked Annetta.
“Oh, easy enough! Somebody has to be ‘mother;’ and then somebody has to be ‘goose;’ and then somebody has to be ‘Mother Goose,’ and say, ‘Sing song a sixpence, pocketful of rye.’”