Nan laughed. "You're not so mumpy and dumpy and lumpy looking as Moses."
"Here's your rod that budded," said Jack bringing a branch of flowering almond to him.
"It's budding far too soon," said Nan, "that didn't happen till much later."
"I am afraid this play is rather too full of anachronisms for me," said Carter.
"What's nackrynisms?" Jack pricked up her ears at the new word.
"It is making things happen at the wrong time," Carter told her; "as if I should write a story and make you my grandmother."
"Oh!" Jack understood but dimly, and turned her attention to Mr. Pinckney. "Here's your sceptre," she said, handing him a stick, then, after informing him that he could be as wicked as he pleased, she went on with the play till the hour came for supper.
CHAPTER X
THE TOURNAMENT OF ROSES
It was after supper when Carter had been in close conversation with Mrs. Roberts that he suddenly exclaimed, "Who wants to join me at the Tournament of Roses on New Year's day? Don't all speak at once."