"Because there's a B in both," answered Eunice, promptly. "Will, ask sensible questions, or I'll get a teakettle when I get home, and hit you with it."
"That might be a stone, but stone won't do. Cricket, now think carefully over your answer. If three men work all day on a fertile farm—"
"I'll get Archie to throw you over the teakettle this minute, if you don't stop," threatened Cricket.
"Throw me over the teakettle—over the side—stern—bow. Bow. That's it, young lady. Caught you on that."
And so the game progressed, till they had sufficiently teakettled.
"What next?" asked some one.
"Suppose we have tableaux, and begin with Cricket for Venus," said Archie, looking at her with his head on one side.
"You needn't make fun of my looks, Mr. Archie. I know this mackintosh isn't very becoming, but I don't care for looks, anyway."
"You might as well intermingle a few looks if you can," said Eunice. "And you do look too funny. Your clothes are dry, now, anyway. Hadn't she better put them on, auntie?"
So the shawl screen was again put up, and the display of dress and petticoats disappeared from the sail of the Gentle Jane.