“Cards?”
“No, not cards exactly. Something’ I can do lying down. Oh, I know! You remember the one where we drew pictures and the others had to guess what they were? Well, I’ve invented a game like that. You sit down at the desk over there and take some sheets of paper. I’ll tell you the rest.”
She obeyed. “What next?”
“Now, I’ll describe some people and where they live and not tell who they are, and you see if you can guess their names and addresses.”
“Addresses, too?”
“Yes, because I’m going to describe the way their houses look. Write each name on a separate sheet of paper, and the number of their house below it if you know it, and if you don’t know it, just the street. If it’s a woman: put `Miss’ or `Mrs.’ before their name and if it’s a man write `Esquire’ after it.”
“Is all that necessary for the game?”
“It’s the way I invented it and I think you might——”
“Oh, all right,” she acquiesced, good-naturedly. “It shall be according to your rules.”
“Then afterward, you give me the sheets of paper with the names and addresses written on ’em, and we—we——” He hesitated.