"Well, you can choose your own food," said Hubbard. "If you don't like tapioca pudding you can answer scrambled eggs. Only scrambled eggs must remind you of the person you have in your mind. Then you go on to the next man, and you ask him what cloth he reminds you of, and he answers tweed or Irish frieze or best Angola." "Can anybody," said Butterfield, "tell me what 'best Angola' means? I've seen it often in my tailor's bills; mostly, I think, as waistcoats, but I've never known what it really is. If I had to guess now I should say it is something composed in equal parts of fancy waistcoats, tapioca pudding and scrambled eggs." "Well, you'd be wrong," said Hubbard; "it's nothing of the sort. When you have got as far as scrambled eggs your man ought to begin to have a faint glimmering--" "But," I said, "there's the tapioca pudding. What are you going to do with that? You can't be allowed to play fast and loose with that." "Don't you see," said Hubbard, "that that's a mere example and now done with? Do please remember that we have got on to Irish frieze. You must allow me to explain the game in my own way. Now your man tackles the next person in turn. What building, he asks, does he remind you of? and the answer is Cologne Cathedral or the Bank of England." "It would be difficult to choose anyone who reminded me of either of those celebrated structures," I said, "but I'll take the Bank of England for choice." "But," said Hubbard, "you don't _take_ either of them, you see it in a flash and it's gone." "What do you see in a flash?" I said. "The building that the man who has gone out and is asking questions in order to guess the person everybody is thinking of reminds you of," said Hubbard. "Oh, yes. That makes it absolutely clear," said Butterfield. "Let's get to work. Personally I haven't got beyond scrambled eggs." "And I am lost in tapioca," I said. "Let's get to bed." That's as far as Hubbard ever got with the explanation of his game. We left him struggling and went to bed. * * * * * THE TRUTHFUL TRAVELLER. All my life I've been a rover; I have ranged the wide world over, And I've had the very devil of a time; I've philandered through Alsatia with the nautch-girl and the geisha; I have heard the bells of San Marino chime. I've hobnobbed in Honolulu with the Zouave and the Zulu, I have fought against the Turks at Spion Kop; In a spirit of bravado I've accosted the MIKADO And familiarly addressed him as "Old Top." I've been captured by banditti, kissed a squaw in Salt Lake City, Carved my name upon the tomb of LI HUNG CHANG, And been overcome by toddy where the turbid Irrawaddy Winds its way from Cincinnati to Penang. I have crossed the far-famed ferry from Port Said to Pondicherry; In a droschky shot the rapids at Hongkong; I have pounded to a jelly dancing dervishes at Delhi, And I've chased the chimpanzee at Chittagong.