“A thought you’ve had ever?” asked Martin.
“No, this evening.”
“You suggested it, George; you can go first,” said Ruth.
“Ruth evidently believes that unspoken thoughts are always terrible.”
“They can’t be much more terrible than some of the things that were said at dinner,” Ruth retorted.
“In this game you don’t get to the really interesting stuff until after several rounds, when people get warmed up. I’ll begin with a very small one. I was thinking that I mustn’t forget to put away the car.—Now Ruth, what’s yours?”
“That Miss Clyde probably has a very becoming bathing suit.”
“I was thinking I heard one of the children calling,” said Phyllis. “But it wasn’t, it was only a singing in my nose.”
“What a funny nose,” said Martin.
“Don’t you know how something seems to get caught in your nostril and makes a kind of singing when you breathe?”