"Well, propose something yourself, then, Joe," said his next neighbor, with a nudge.
"Oh, I can't," said Joel, quite horrified; "I don't know anything that we can write down."
Jack leaned over and whispered in his ear.
"The very thing!" cried Joel, slapping his knee. And, "Tell it yourself,
Jack," in the next breath.
"Oh, no, no," protested Jack, shrinking as far back in his chair as he could, and getting very red in the face.
"I very much wish you would, Jack," said Mrs. Sterling. And she looked at him in such a way, that Jack although he had wild thoughts of taking a flying leap out of his chair, and off to the small grocery shop, nevertheless stuck to it manfully and at last found his tongue.
"We might cut out pictures that spell the names of books," he said.
"Capital!" said Mrs. Sterling.
"Well, those are puzzles," said Frick.
"Well, not like the ones you meant," said Joel, leaning back of Jack to bestow a punch. "Do be still," he added furiously.