"I."
A hush falls upon them, but, as Dick would say, made no noise, and did no damage in falling. No one can think of anything but ice-cream. And I challenge you: put your hand over your eyes, and name two other edibles beginning with "I."
At last Dick, in an ecstasy of inspiration, starts up, and cries, "Inch-worms!"
A peal of laughter, and each one suggests some impossible or awful article; and then the dauntless Richard again: "A few Ideas."
"If we had them to spare," says papa, dryly.
"Irish potatoes would be like coals at Newcastle."
"I feel it in my bones that Bridget would suggest 'Isters.'"
"Apropos of that," says Milly, "I think we shall have to adopt the sound, and send Inglish walnuts, as Anna loves them dearly."
"Now for the last letter."
"S—Sardines."