CHAPTER XIX.
BECALMED.
"What shall it be first, then?" went on Auntie Jean, adjusting the cushions behind her back and resting her umbrella against the rail.
"Teakettle," suggested Edna.
"What is teakettle?" asked Hilda.
"Don't you know? We play it lots. Somebody goes out—"
"Into the water?" put in Archie. "Then Cricket is 'it,' I say."
"Well, of course, Archie, I was thinking of dry land. Somebody shuts up her ears, then, and we choose a word. It must be one with two or three meanings. Then, whoever is 'it,' begins to ask questions, and we answer, only we put the word 'teakettle' in place of the real word. We can say 'teakettling,' you know, or 'teakettled,' if we want to. Who'll be 'it' first?"
"I'd just as lief," said Eunice, going to the bow, and putting her fingers in her ears, and burying her head in a cushion.
"What shall we choose for a word? It must have two or three meanings, you know."