“Ah, the poetic foot!” the soloist exclaimed. “There are two kinds of poetic feet—the Iambic and the Trochaic. You have one of each. In poetic feet the heels are often found in French forms. But poets are a footloose class and are often found with lame and halting feet. You don't seem to be a poet.”
“Never said I was,” retorted Iva, shortly, and Warble said, “Stop this nonsense, it makes too much kicking. Now we're going to play the game I learned in Buda Pesth.”
She led them to the picture gallery which had been prepared for the game by having many sheets of fly-paper placed on the floor, sticky side up.
“It's Fly-paper Tag,” she said.
It was Fly-paper Tag—she was quite right.
“You're it!” screamed Mrs. Givens as she pushed the minister over onto a sheet of fly-paper.
“It yourself,” shrieked Leathersham adroitly shoving a sheet where he saw Mrs. Givens would light next.
Warble was certain she was a great reformer.
Yet would these reformed people stay reformed?