'
'Yes, It is usually in the drawing-room.'
'Of course. I remember.'
Mr. Don sets his teeth. 'Does that table suggest anything to you, Dick?'
'To me? Let me think. Yes, I used to play backgammon on it. What is it
doing here?'
'Your mother brought it in.'
'To play games on? Mother!'
'I don't--know that it was a game, Dick.'
'But to play anything! I'm precious glad she can do that. Was Laura
playing with her?'
'She was helping her.'
'Good for Laura.' He is looking at some slips of paper on the table.
'Are those pieces of paper used in the game? There is writing on them:
"The first letter is H--the second letter is A--the third letter is R."
What does it mean?'
'Does it convey no meaning to you, Dick?'
'To me? No; why should it?'
Mr. Don is enjoying no triumph. 'Let us go back to the fire, my boy.'
Dick follows him into the ingle-nook. 'But, why should it convey a
meaning to me? I was never much of a hand at indoor games.' Brightly,
'I bet you Ockley would be good at it.' After a joyous ramble, 'Ockley's
nickname still sticks to him!'
'I don't think I know it.
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