"It would be more polite to make Andy It," said Owl. "Always be polite to ladies."
"I'll choose between Andy and me," said Hortense.
"Eeny, meeny, mona, my
Barcelona bona sky,
Care well,
Broken well,
We wo wack.
"I'm It. I'll count to a hundred, and the newel post in the hall will be goal."
There was a hurrying and scurrying while Hortense hid her face.
"Ready," Hortense called and opened her eyes. She moved cautiously in the dark hall and stumbled over something at the second step.