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Jallatt, by way of giving things a start, and as they were too well- bred to contradict her there only remained the question of what they were to play at. "I know of a good game," said the elder Wrotsley innocently. "The fellows leave the room and think of a word; then they come back again, and the girls have to find out what the word is." Rollo knew the game.
Rollo ordered his carriage for as early as was decently possible, and faced the company with a smile that he imagined the better sort of aristocrat would have worn when mounting to the guillotine. "So glad you were able to come," said the elder Wrotsley heartily. "Now, you children will like to play games, I suppose," said Mrs.
"We shall have to go back, I suppose," said the elder Wrotsley resignedly. The conclave locked itself once more into the library. "Look here, I'm not going through that dog-whip business again," protested Rollo. "Certainly not, dear," said the elder Wrotsley; "we'll try the whalebone switch this time, and you'll know which hurts most.
There was no applause, but no amount of hand-clapping would have given the performer as much pleasure as the silence which greeted his coup. "Of course, we were in the know," said the Wrotsley cousin lamely. "That's done it," chuckled Rollo to himself. "If they HAD been confederates they would have sworn they knew nothing about it," said Dolores, with piercing conviction.
In an undertone meant apparently for the Wrotsley boy, but carefully pitched to reach Agnes, he observed "All right, old man; we'll go and finish those chocolates we left in the library." "I think it's only fair that the girls should take their turn in going out," exclaimed Agnes briskly. She was great on fairness. "Nonsense," said the others; "there are too many of us."
That would mean Jack and me against three of them." Rollo and the Wrotsley brethren had maintained an undying feud almost from nursery days. They only met now and then in the holidays, and the meeting was usually tragic for whichever happened to have the fewest backers on hand. Rollo was counting to-night on the presence of a devoted and muscular partisan to hold an even balance.
"I know a game," said the elder Wrotsley heavily, "where the fellows go out of the room, and think of some character in history; then they come back and act him, and the girls have to guess who it's meant for." "I'm afraid I must be going," said Rollo to his hostess. "Your carriage won't be here for another twenty minutes," said Mrs. Jallatt.
He was given a choice of evils, and chose the dog-whip; the next minute or so he spent in wondering how he could have made such a stupid selection. Then they went back to the languidly expectant females. "The word's 'camel," announced the Wrotsley cousin blunderingly. "You stupid!" screamed the girls, "we've got to GUESS the word. Now you'll have to go back and think of another."
He would have suggested it himself if his faction had been in the majority. "It doesn't promise to be very exciting," sniffed the superior Dolores Sneep as the boys filed out of the room. Rollo thought differently. He trusted to Providence that Wrotsley had nothing worse than knotted handkerchiefs at his disposal.
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