"Sail would be very appropriate," suggested Will, who was still laboriously sculling.
"Oh, yes. See, Hilda? There's to sail, and taking a sail, and a sale of things."
"And the sail of the boat," said Archie.
"All ready, Eunice. Touch her, Archie. Begin, Eunice."
"The hardest part is to think of questions," said Eunice, turning around and meditating. "Let me see. Auntie, when do you think we will get home?"
"When we are on a teakettle, it is never safe to say," answered auntie.
"On a teakettle—on a boat—that doesn't fit," meditated Eunice. "Will, why don't you make Archie scull now?"
"Because he's such a lazy beggar. When he goes teakettling, he won't do anything else."
"Edna, is the moon made of green cheese?"
"What a hard question," groaned Edna. "What shall I say? If we teakettled up there, perhaps we could find out."