what he himself should say.

Turning to Kingdon, he said, "To-day I have been to the Popular Picnic."

So Kingdon said to Dick, "To-day I have been to the Popular Picnic."

Then Dick said it to Marjorie, and Marjorie to Gladys, and so on all
round the circle.

Then Mr. Maynard said, gravely: "To-day I have been to the Popular
Picnic. Merry, madcap Mopsy Midget was there."

This was repeated all round, and then to the lingo Mr. Maynard added,
"Kicking, kinky-legged Kingdon was there."

This, after the other, was not so easy, but they all repeated it.

Next came, "Dear, dainty, do-little Dorothy was there."

This made them laugh, but they said it safely all round.

Then, "Delightful, dangerous, Deadwood Dick was there."

They had to help each other this time, but not one of them would give up
the game.

"Gay, gregarious, giggling Gladys was there."

Gladys was indeed giggling, but so were all the others. Still they were
a determined lot, and each time round each one repeated all the sets of
names, amid the laughing of the others.

"Kind-hearted, Kindergarten Kitty," was an easy one, but when the list
wound up with "Rollicking Rufflecumtuffle Rosy Posy," the game ended in
a gale of laughter.

But they remembered many of the funny phrases, and often called each
other by them afterward.

"Now," said Mr. Maynard, "we'll play something less wearing on the
intellect. This is called the motor-car game, and you must all sit in a
row. Kingdon, you're the chauffeur, and when chauffeur is mentioned, you
must make a 'chuff-chuff' sound like starting the machine. Dick, you're
the tire, and when tire is said, you must make a fearful report like an
explosion of a bursting tire. Dorothy, you're the number, and when
number is mentioned, you must say six-three-nine-nine-seven."

"What am I, Father?" said impatient Kitty.

"Oh, you're the man that they run over, and you must groan and scream.
Marjorie, you're the speed limit, and you must cry, 'Whiz! Zip!!
_Whizz!!!_' Gladys, you're the dust. All you have to do is to fly about
and wave your arms and hands, and sneeze. Rosy Posy, baby, you're the
horn. Whenever father says _horn_, you must say 'Toot, toot!' Will you?"

"Ess. Me play game booful, me an' Boffin; we say, 'Toot, toot!'"

"Now," went on Mr. Maynard, "I'll tell the story and when any of you are
mentioned you must do your part. Then if I say automobile, you must all
do your parts at once. Ready now: Well, thi