Mrs. V. You can’t do that; can she, Colonel Graham?
Colonel G. It isn’t customary.
Mr. T. Oh, who wants to play the stiff club rules? I don’t; there isn’t any fun in whist if you are going to be so particular.
Miss V. Whose lead is it now?
Colonel G. If it isn’t yours it must be Mr. Talbot’s, as you decide about that trick.
Mr. T. Then I’ll lead a spade, and you can trump it.
Miss V. There, that’s better than having that trump wasted on your ace.
Mrs. V. Did you ever play Stop? We played it last summer at Bar Harbor. It’s a Western game, and you have chips, just like poker; and then you stop it if you have the stop cards; and sometimes you’ll have the meanest little cards left in your hands, and if it is the ace of diamonds you have to pay five chips for it, or the king, or the queen, or the knave, or the ten; not so much, of course, but it all counts up awfully fast.
Mr. T. Why, that is ever so much like Sixty-six. Do you remember the time we tried to play Sixty-six on the Bar Harbor boat, Miss Vaughn?
Miss V. Oh, yes; and Ethel Mott was such fun. She just would cheat, and there was no stopping her.