"Make one about Maisie or me," implored Lettice. "You can say as nasty things as you want."
"Nothing could possibly rhyme with Lettice," announced Honor after a moment's cogitation, "or with Salad either. I might do better with Maisie. Let me see—crazy, hazy, daisy, lazy—I think those are all. Will this suit you?—
"There's a girl in this garden called Maisie;
At lessons she's horribly lazy,
But she's splendid at sports,
And at games of all sorts,
While o'er cricket she waxes quite crazy."
"What are you all laughing at?" enquired Flossie Taylor, sauntering up to join the group, and taking a seat on the grass.
"Limericks. Honor is winding them off by the yard. Now, Paddy, let us have one about Flossie! Quick, while your genius is burning!"
"It's only flickering," laughed Honor, "but I'll try: