I have discovered a new and (for me) charming game which I play with my Sister. It is the game of telling the truth about the contents of my mind when asked.
Yesterday Sister was trying to get some coal out of the coal-bin with a shovel that turned round and round on its handle; she was unsuccessful.
I said, "Let me, Sister!"
She said, "Why?"
And I: "Because I think I can do it better."
"Why should you think that?"
"Because all human beings do," I said, and, luckily, she smiled.
She was washing her caps out in a bowl in the afternoon when I came on.
"Good afternoon, Sister," I said. "Ironing?"
"I am obviously only washing as yet," she said.