"Tell you what we'll do, we'll count out," declared Jess, her eyes dancing.
"A good idea," hailed the others.
"Roy, you start it; but remember, not more than three can go."
"Why?" inquired Peggy point blank.
"Because we'll have to take the car, and someone must be left to look after Aunt Sally and the aëroplanes," spoke Roy, falling in with Jimsy's plans.
"Well, come on and count out," urged Jess.
"Yes, that's it. Let's see who will be it," cried the others.
"Very well, if I can remember the rhyme," responded Roy. "How does it go anyway?"
"Inte, minte," suggested Jimsy.
"Oh, yes! That's it," responded Roy. "I've got it now. Inte, minte, cute corn, apple seeds and briar thorn, briar thorn and limber lock, three geese in a flock, one flew east and one flew west, one flew into a cuckoo's nest, O-U-T out, with a ragged dish clout, out!" ending with Bess.