“I couldn’t make much out of my list,” remarked Oscar, and after a moment’s hesitation, he read:—
“If I could shoot a rabbit, I would make gravy of him; and then the girl should serve him up with onions, in the most sublime style.”
“Why, I bet I could do better than that,” exclaimed Ronald.
“Stop, stop, Ronald!” cried Marcus; “where are your manners?”
“Something came into my head, just then, and I spoke before I thought,” replied the impulsive boy, somewhat abashed.
“Let him try my list—I don’t care if he does beat me,” said Oscar, good naturedly.
“No,” replied Marcus, “I think he had better not—you have done well enough yourself. Now, Kate, we will hear yours.”
Kate then read:—
“I don’t care much about poetry, and I hate physic, but I should like to hit Ronald with a broomstick.”
“You’d better try it!” cried Ronald, jumping into an attitude of self-defence, as the merry laugh rang over the house.