John (struggling hard but growing weak). Oil.
Me (quite innocently). Grease.
Davies (triumphantly). Margarine.
I looked at Miss Davies in embarrassment. John gazed round pitifully.
"But," he murmured weakly, "isn't that where we started?"
"Of course it is," said Miss Davies indignantly. "You've spoilt the whole game, Arthur."
"Well, I can't help it," said her brother; "I thought that was the word we were after. What was it, anyway?"
We all looked at the sky and thought hard.
"Hanged if I know," said John.
"I'm sure I don't," I said.