| KATE’S. | ROLAND’S. | OSCAR’S. | OTIS’S. |
| Poetry, | Spider, | Shoot, | Funny, |
| Physic, | Book, | Gravy, | Toothache, |
| Should, | Sober, | Girl, | Jewsharp, |
| Ronald, | Cannot, | Onions, | Going, |
| Broomstick | Turkey. | Sublime. | Jericho. |
No one thought of saying “I can’t,” however, and in a few minutes, after some rubbing of foreheads and scratching of heads, the last of the sentences was completed.
“Now each one may read his own sentence aloud, emphasizing the words that were given. Otis, we will begin with you.”
Otis read:—
“It would be funny if the toothache could be cured with a jewsharp, but I am not going to Jericho to find out about it.”
“No, I should not,” said Marcus; “now, Ronald, what have you written?”
Ronald then read:—
“The spider may not care anything about a book, but a sober boy like me cannot help loving roast turkey.”
“A sober boy, I should think!” said Kate.
“Don’t interrupt us,” said Marcus; “now, what’s yours, Oscar?”