"Now," said Auntie Jean, when the slips had all passed around, and had returned to the hands of their respective artists, "each of you unfold your papers, and read the comments aloud for the benefit of the company. Cricket, you're the youngest. Suppose you begin."
Cricket giggled. Her picture consisted of a scraggy tree, with several long wavy lines near its foot. In the branches of the tree were two good-sized attempts at fowls of some description, while a third huge creature was flying near. She read the comments in order.
"There were three crows sat on a tree,
And they were black as crows could be." Auntie.
"The breaking waves dashed high,
Caught the pilgrims on the fly."
("Couldn't think how that last line goes," murmured Archie, "but I'm sure those are pilgrims on the fly.")
"Two's a company, three is none." Edna.
"Good-morning! do you use Pears' Soap?" Will.
"Early bird catches the first worm." (Guess those
things down there are worms.) Hilda.
"Two birds in the bush are worth one in the hand."
(I had to make the proverb fit the drawing.) Eunice.
"And it's just as plain," announced Cricket, contemptuously. "Birds of a feather flock together."