"The lager-in-"em?" echoed Cricket. "Depends on how much they drank."
Whereupon Mrs. Somers and the boys laughed themselves sore, and the girls clamoured to know the joke.
"Cricket"s a born joke," said Will, resuming his sculling. "You"ll be the death of me, young one."
"I always see jokes when there are any to see," Cricket answered, with dignity. "You know I do, Mr. Will. I"m not just as worse as Edna."
"Just as bad, you mean," retorted Edna.
"Let"s play some games, children," Mrs. Somers said, coming to the rescue. The children were all fond of games.
CHAPTER XIX.
BECALMED.
"What shall it be first, then?" went on Auntie Jean, adjusting the cushions behind her back and resting her umbrella against the rail.
"Teakettle," suggested Edna.
"What _is_ teakettle?" asked Hilda.
"Don"t you know? We play it lots. Somebody goes out--"
"Into the water?" put in Archie. "Then Cricket is "it," I say."
"Well, of course, Archie, I was thinking of dry land. Somebody shuts up her ears, then, and we choose a word. It must be one with two or three meanings. Then, whoever is "it," begins to ask questions, and we answer, only we put the word "teakettle" in place of the real word. We can say "teakettling," you know, or "teakettled," if we want to. Who"ll be "it"
first?"
"I"d just as lief," said Eunice, going to the bow, and putting her fingers in her ears, and burying her head in a cushion.
"What shall we choose for a word? It must have two or three meanings, you know."
"_Sail_ would be very appropriate," suggested Will, who was still laboriously sculling.
"Oh, yes. See, Hilda? There"s to sail, and taking a sail, and a sale of things."
"And the sail of the boat," said Archie.
"All ready, Eunice. Touch her, Archie. Begin, Eunice."
"The hardest part is to think of questions," said Eunice, turning around and meditating. "Let me see. Auntie, when do you think we will get home?"
"When we are on a teakettle, it is never safe to say," answered auntie.
"On a teakettle--on a boat--that doesn"t fit," meditated Eunice. "Will, why don"t you make Archie scull now?"
"Because he"s such a lazy beggar. When he goes teakettling, he won"t do anything else."
"Edna, is the moon made of green cheese?"
"What a hard question," groaned Edna. "What shall I say? If we teakettled up there, perhaps we could find out."
"I can"t guess it yet," said Eunice, thinking over this answer.
"Cricket, if you weren"t a girl, what would you rather be?"
"I know--a boy," said Archie, quickly. "Wouldn"t you, Miss Scricket?"
"No, I wouldn"t, Mr. Archie. I would rather be a pig than a boy. A nice fat pig, and then n.o.body would laugh at my "knitting-needles." That"s what papa calls my legs, always, auntie, you know, because they"re _not_ fat, I know. He always wants mamma to knit with them, and all that nonsense. It seems to amuse them very much," added Cricket, with a bored air.
"You haven"t teakettled once, child," said Eunice. "Oh, auntie, I must just stop to tell you a funny story about Cricket. It was such a joke on her. Once we were playing "She comes, she comes." You know that, don"t you? Somebody says, "What does she come with?" and then you give the first letter of the thing you"ve thought of. It was Cricket"s turn, and she--well, she _was_ rather a little girl--gave "N. N." for the initials. We guessed and guessed, and had to give up, finally, and then she piped up, "It"s what papa calls my legs," and she meant "knitting-needles.""
"I was _very_ little," said Cricket, blushing and apologising. "It was as much as three years ago. I haven"t answered your question yet, Eunice. I b"lieve I don"t want to be a pig, after all, for in the fall the farmer has a teakettle, and sells his pigs, and I"d have to go to the butcher and be killed, and be cut up for sausage."
"I don"t seem to get hold of it, yet," said Eunice, wrinkling her forehead. "Hilda, how do you like Marbury?"
"I think it"s perfectly lovely," declared Hilda, enthusiastically. "Oh, I forgot to teakettle. I think teakettling is lovely, even if you do get becalmed."
"Teakettling--sailing! Sail is the word," exclaimed Eunice, instantly.
"You gave it away, Hilda. I guessed it on you, so you"ll have to go out."
"I"ll never be able to guess it in the world," said Hilda, looking disappointed.
"I"ll take your place," said Will, instantly. "It"s about time that Archie sculled. Take hold, old boy, and keep at it."
"Choose a hard one," said Eunice, when Will had duly stopped up his ears. "How would _steal_ do?"
"Yes, or we might have _oar_ and _ore_," said Hilda.
"Scull and skull," said Archie, pensively.
"That"s good," said auntie. "Or else bough, and bow of the boat, and bow, to make a bow."
"Let"s take that, for there are so many meanings," said Cricket.
"All right. Ready, Will," said Archie, kicking him.
Will uncovered his ears and began.
"Edna, how many sandwiches did you eat for luncheon?"
"I ought to make you a teakettle for asking me such an easy question,"
laughed Edna, "I ate two--I think."
"Whopper!" said Will. "Eunice, why is a crocodile like the North Pole?"