“I have a strong belief in the circulating medium,” cried Anne. “It seems rather essential as a means of inspiring the other mediums. But what are the rest of your situations, Archie?”
“Oh, there is one more Shaksperian situation.”
“Well.”
“Mr. Shakspere appears at midnight in Mr. Browning’s study and asks what the mischief he means by—”
“For shame, Pardy!” broke in Rose; “we won’t hear any more. They are horrid.”
“I guess we are out of it,” said Jack. “I’m audience.”
“Oh, there is one for you. The ghost of a murdered bear appears to Master Jack Lyndsay and wishes to know if he can spell ‘responsibility.’”
“Good for you, Jack,” cried Dick.
“Wait till I catch you to-morrow, Redhead.” But there was much laughter, and Jack felt that on the whole it was not undesirable for his bear to pass into the limbo of jokes.
“And now, boys, be off with you and dream over that last situation. Good night,” and they trooped away, merry, to their tent on the cliff.