Lloyd's was fully as indefinite.
"I thought I was making a cake," she said, "and there was a big bowl of eggs on the table.

But every time I started to break one Mom Beck would say, 'Don't do that, honey.

Don't you see it is somebody's haid ?' And suah enough, every egg I took up had somebody's face on it, like those painted Eastah eggs; Rob's, and Phil's, and Malcolm's, and Doctah Bradford's, and evah so many I'd nevah seen befoah." "A very appropriate dream for a Queen of Hearts," said Phil, "and anybody can see it's only a repetition of Mammy Easter's fortune, the 'row of lovahs in the teacup.' Tell us which one you are going to choose." "It's Joyce's turn," was the only answer Lloyd would make.
"And my dream was positively brilliant," replied Joyce.

"I thought we were all at The Beeches, and Allison, and Kitty, and all of us were making Limericks.

Kitty began: "'There was a lieutenant named Logan, Who found one day a small brogan.' Then she stuck, and couldn't get any farther, and Allison had to be smart and pun on my name.