Holidays at the Grange; or, A Week's Delight: Games and Stories for Parlor and FiresideHiggins, Emily Mayer
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Holidays at the Grange; or, A Week's Delight: Games and Stories for Parlor and Fireside
Higgins, Emily Mayer
Amusements -- Juvenile literature; Children's stories; Indoor games -- Juvenile literature
"Where will you live?"
"In the black-hole of Calcutta."
"How many servants will you keep?"
"Two millions, five hundred thousand."
"I must say, you are moderate, considering the lady's fortune. In asking
the girls, I merely reverse the questions: 'From whom did you receive
your first offer?' etc. As the game wants a name, I think it should be
called 'Confidante:' the reader not only has a confidante in the play,
but is called upon to intrust his secrets to the whole assembled
company."
"But isn't this rather silly--all this about love and marriage?" asked
Mr. Wyndham, with the hesitating manner of one who knows that he shall
instantly be put down.
"Certainly it is, my dear uncle," answered Cornelia. "If it were not, we
should not like it half so well, I can tell you. You know we must be
foolish some time in our life--so, for my share, I'm taking it out now."
"Well, well--there's no harm in it, any how. Though you wouldn't believe
it, I was young once myself, and don't like to be too hard upon the
rising generation. There's a game I remember playing when I was a
youngster, that is not too wise for you, but ought to have more solidity
in it than the last, as it is all about lead. It is called the
'Lead-Merchant.' One tries in every mode to dispose of his lead to the
company, asking question after question, to which you must answer
without introducing the words _lead_, _I_, _yes_, or _no_. He tries to
trip you in every way, and as soon as you say one of the forbidden
words, you are out of the game. Would you like to try it?"
"Very much, uncle. Will you be the lead-merchant?"
"If you wish it. Amy, will you buy any lead?"
"Not any at present."
"But pray, why not?"
"Because none is desired at my house."
"Shall I call next week?"
"It is scarcely worth while: we do not wish any."
"I will stop to-morrow: your little boys want lead to make some
bullets."
"They would only burn their sweet little fingers in melting it: they
must not have any."
"Then you will not buy my lead?"
"Positively not."
"I noticed that the lead upon your roof wanted repairing: the rain will
beat in, and you'll all be taken ill, unless you buy my lead. 'Tis only
one cent a pound."
"If you gave it to me as a present, I wouldn't take your lead."
"Amy, you're caught! You said both _I_ and _lead_."
Notwithstanding all their care, the persevering lead-merchant entrapped
every one in some moment of weakness; and the company agreed that he
would make his fortune as a Yankee pedlar, or as an agent for some book
that nobody wanted,--many would buy to get rid of him, on the same
principle that the lady married her tiresome lover.
"And now," said Charlie, "let us play 'Trades.' We apprentice our son or
daughter to some business, and mention that the first thing sold begins
with a specified letter: but we must never repeat an article. The person
who guesses, apprentices his son the next. I apprenticed my son to a
carpenter, and the first thing he sold was a T."
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