General Kendal, known as Puppa, and Mrs. Kendal—Mumma—also “struggle along somehow.”
When they were told about Sallie’s new game, Dolly and Aileen Kendal looked horribly distrustful.
“How can one ever guess who it’s meant for, I should like to know. It would be impossible,” said Aileen.
“Would it?” Sallie remarked, dryly.
She caught her mother’s eye and relented.
“Of course, you can take a public character for your portrait, if you like.”
“That would be much easier,” declared the Kendals in a breath.
We all wrote on our pieces of paper, and bit the ends of our pencils, and finally folded up the papers and threw them into a bowl.
“Here goes,” said Dolly Kendal, recklessly.
“It’ll be all the same a hundred years hence,” Aileen added, with her air of philosophical resignation.