"Let's take Cromwell," said Gracie, always anxious, no matter what her frame of mind, to display her knowledge.
"No," said Maggie, "that's too hard for Lily; and she wants us to take some one we know."
"I should think any goose might know about Cromwell," said Gracie.
"We did not know about him till a few weeks ago," said Dora Johnson. "We've only just had him in our history, and I don't b'lieve Lily knows much about him."
"Then take Lafayette," said Gracie.
"Lily means some of the people we have in our own lives," said Bessie. "Make haste: she'll be tired."
This was seconded by Lily's voice calling from without, "Why don't you make haste? I should think you were choosing a hundred people."
"Let's take Flossey," said Belle, looking at the dog, who had jumped upon a chair beside Maggie, where he sat with a wise and sedate air as if he were listening to all that passed, and ready to take his share in the game.
This was agreed upon by all but Gracie, who declared that it was "ridiculous to choose a dog," and she had "a great mind not to play the game in such an absurd way."
Lily was called in and proceeded to ask her questions.