Help!
A yellow waistcoat, pink breeches, and--no, it"s not an eider-down, it"s a coat.
A yellow--Pink br----
I am going as Joseph.
I am going as a humming bird.
I am going--yes, that"s it, I am going back to bed.
x.x.xVI. THE COMPLETE KITCHEN
I sat in the drawing-room after dinner with my knees together and my hands in my lap, and waited for the game to be explained to me.
"There"s a pencil for you," said somebody.
"Thank you very much," I said and put it carefully away. Evidently I had won a forfeit already. It wasn"t a very good pencil, though.
"Now, has everybody got pencils?" asked somebody else. "The game is called "Furnishing a Kitchen." It"s quite easy. Will somebody think of a letter?" She turned to me. "Perhaps _you"d_ better."
"Certainly," I said, and I immediately thought very hard of N. These thought-reading games are called different things, but they are all the same, really, and I don"t believe in any of them.
"Well?" said everybody.
"What?... Yes, I have. Go on.... Oh, I beg your pardon," I said in confusion. "I thought you--N is the letter."
"N or M?"
I smiled knowingly to myself.
"My G.o.dfather and my G.o.dmother," I went on cautiously----
"It was N," interrupted somebody. "Now then, you"ve got five minutes in which to write down everything you can beginning with N. Go." And they all started to write like anything.
I took my pencil out and began to think. I know it sounds an easy game to you now, as you sit at your desk surrounded by dictionaries; but when you are squeezed on to the edge of a sofa, given a very blunt pencil and a thin piece of paper, and challenged to write in five minutes (on your knees) all the words you can think of beginning with a certain letter--well, it is another matter altogether. I thought of no end of things which started with K, or even L; I thought of "rhinoceros" which is a very long word and starts with R; but as for----
I looked at my watch and groaned. One minute gone.
"I must keep calm," I said and in a bold hand I wrote _Napoleon_. Then after a moment"s thought, I added _Nitro-glycerine_, and _Nats_.
"This is splendid," I told myself. "_Nottingham, n.o.body and Noon._ That makes six."
At six I stuck for two minutes. I did worse than that in fact; for I suddenly remembered that gnats were spelt with a G. However, I decided to leave them, in case n.o.body else remembered. And on the fourth minute I added _Non-sequitur_.
"Time!" said somebody.
"Just a moment," said everybody. They wrote down another word or two (which isn"t fair), and then began to add up. "I"ve got thirty," said one.
"Thirty-two."
"Twenty-five."
"Good Heavens," I said, "I"ve only got seven."
There was a shout of laughter.
"Then you"d better begin," said somebody. "Read them out."
I coughed nervously, and began.
"Napoleon."
There was another shout of laughter.
"I am afraid we can"t allow that."
"Why ever not?" I asked in amazement.
"Well, you"d hardly find him in a kitchen, would you?"
I took out a handkerchief and wiped my brow. "I don"t want to find him in a kitchen," I said nervously. "Why should I? As a matter of fact he"s dead. I don"t see what the kitchen"s got to do with it. Kitchens begin with a K."
"But the game is called "Furnishing a Kitchen." You have to make a list of things beginning with N which you would find in a kitchen. You understood that, didn"t you?"
"Y-y-yes," I said. "Oh, y-y-y-yes. Of course."
"So Napoleon----"
I pulled myself together with a great effort.
"You don"t understand," I said with dignity. "The cook"s name was Napoleon."
"Cooks aren"t called Napoleon," said everybody.
"This one was. Carrie Napoleon. Her mistress was just as surprised at first as you were, but Carrie a.s.sured her that----"
"No, I"m afraid we can"t allow it."
"I"m sorry," I said; "I"m wrong about that. Her name was Carrie Smith.
But her young man was a soldier, and she had bought a Life of Napoleon for a birthday present for him. It stood on the dresser waiting for her next Sunday out."
"Oh! Oh, well, I suppose that is possible. Go on."