'HARROGATE,' said he, 'what is to be done with such a word ?'
'You can manage it very well if you choose,' said Elizabeth.
'But who could have thought of such a word?' said he, holding up the
list to the candle, and scrutinizing the writing. 'Some one with a
watery taste, doubtless.'
'You know those things are never divulged,' said Anne.
'FRANCES, too,' continued Rupert, 'there is another impossible case;
I will answer for it, Helen wrote that, a reminiscence of dear
Dykelands.'
'No, indeed I did not,' said Helen; 'it is FRANCIS, too, I believe.'
'Oh yes,' said Harriet, 'it is FRANCIS, I wrote it, because--do not
you remember, Lucy?--Frank Hollis--'
'Well, never mind,' said Elizabeth, who wished to hear no more of
that gentleman; 'you may make it whichever you please. And Rupert,
pray do not be so idle; put down the list, no one can see it; write
your own verses, and tell me the next word to witch'
'EYES,' said Rupert, 'and then BOUNCE. I do not believe that word is
English.'
'BOUNCE, no,' said Katherine; 'it is BONNET, I wrote it myself.
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