"There was a man rode to the mill.
The road ran steeply up the—"
"Hill," cried Beth.
"Yes; now let sister guess the next."
He stopped beside a flowing—"
"Rill?" asked Ethelwyn, after thinking awhile.
"Yes."
"This horse was dry, so drank his—"
"Fill."
"Along there came a girl named—"
"Jill."