“I can’t guess it, anyway,” said Patty, after a few moment’s thought. “I give it up; tell me.”
“Why, Dutch S,” said Bob, and Patty agreed that it was a good catch.
“Now, I’ll catch you,” said Patty. “You all know your London pretty well, I suppose, and are familiar with the places of interest. Well, Mabel, why is your nose like St. Paul’s?”
Mabel thought hard, and so did the boys.
“Is my nose like St. Paul’s, too?” asked Bob, thoughtfully, stroking his well-shaped feature.
Patty looked at it critically. “Yes,” she said, “and so is Sinclair’s. But why?”
At last they gave it up, and Patty said, triumphantly, “Because it is made of flesh and blood.”
They all screamed with laughter, for they quickly saw the point, and realised that it was the historic character referred to, and not the cathedral.
“Here’s one,” said Sinclair: “Where did the Prince of Wales go on his eleventh birthday?” But Patty was quite quick enough for this. “Into his twelfth year,” she answered promptly. “And now listen to this: A man walking out at night, met a beggar asking alms. The man gave him ten cents. He met another beggar and gave him fifteen cents. What time was it?”
“Time for him to go home,” declared Bob, but Patty said that was not the right answer.