Holidays at the Grange | Page 4

the hall appeared to be in a blaze of light; colored
lamps were suspended in festoons from the ceiling, showing how
prettily the old portraits were adorned with evergreens. Even the man in
armor looked less grim, as if his temper was mollified by the ivy
wreath wound around his helmet. But the chief object of interest was a
stately tree at the end of the hall, from whose trunk proceeded thirteen
branches, brilliantly illuminated with wax lights and pendant lamps of
various hues; while gilded fruit, and baskets of flowers and
confectionary, looked to the uninitiated as if the fairies themselves had
been at work. Many were the exclamations of delight, and intense the
excitement; the old hall echoed with the shouts of the boys. Uncle John,
ever happy in the enjoyment of others, declared that he believed
himself to be the youngest child there, and that he enjoyed the revels of
Christmas Eve more than any of them.
When the noise and rapture had somewhat subsided, Cousin Mary
proposed that they should try some games, by way of variety. Chess,
checkers, backgammon, Chinese puzzles, dominoes, jack-straws, etc.,
were mentioned, and each one of them was declared by different
members of the group to be exceedingly entertaining; but Charlie
Bolton said that "although he was neither Grand Turk nor perpetual
Dictator, he must put his veto upon all such games as being of an
unsocial nature. It was all very well, when only two persons were
together, to amuse themselves with such things; but for his part, he did
hate to see people ride in sulkies, and play solitaire, when they could
have such agreeable society as was there gathered together;" making, as
he spoke, a dashing bow to the girls. "Has not any one wit enough to
think of a game at which we can all assist?"
"Do you know how to play 'Consequences?'" said Mary.
"I never heard of it," replied Cornelia; "how do you play it?"

"With paper and pencils. Here is my writing-desk full of paper, and my
drawing-box with pencils ready sharpened, and you have nothing to do
but all to write according to my directions, and doubling down the
paper, to hand it to a neighbor, so that each time you have a different
slip. When it is finished, I will read them aloud, supplying some words
which will make sense--or, what is much better, arrant nonsense--of the
whole. So begin by writing a term descriptive of a gentleman."
"Now write a gentleman's name--some one you know, or some
distinguished person."
"Next, an adjective descriptive of a lady."
"And now, a lady's name."
"Mention a place, and describe it."
"Now write down some date, or period of time when a thing might
happen."
"Put a speech into the gentleman's mouth."
"Make the lady reply."
"Tell what the consequences were."
"And what the world said of it."
"And now allow me to enlighten the company. Here is one specimen:
"The gallant and accomplished Nero met the beautiful, but rather
coquettish Mrs. Wyndham at Gretna Green, that place once so famous
for runaway couples and matrimonial blacksmiths, upon the 4th of July,
1900 A.D. He said, 'Dearest madam, my tender heart will break if you
refuse my hand;' but she replied, 'La, sir, don't talk such nonsense!' The
consequences were, that their names were embalmed together in history;
and the world said, 'It is exactly what I expected.'"
"Are you sure, Mary," said Mrs. Wyndham, laughing, "that you are not

taking any liberties with my name?"
"Here it is ma'am, you can see it yourself; but I think you escaped very
well. Here's another: "The refined and dandified Jack the Giant-Killer
met the modest, retiring Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt, at the Pyramids,
(ah! some one peeped!) those wonderful monuments of ages long since
passed away, on Christmas Day, in the year One. He said, 'I never
entertained a very lofty opinion of your ladyship;' she replied, 'I
perfectly agree with the noble sentiments you have just uttered: our
hearts shall henceforward be united in the strictest friendship.' The
consequences were that they parted, to meet no more; and the partial
world remarked, 'What a pair of fools!'"
"Here is another: "The brave, daring, thoughtless King Solomon met
the elegant, fashionable Queen Semiramis upon the top of Mont Blanc,
that lofty mountain, crowned with perpetual snow, on the 30th of
February. He remarked, 'Do you like the last style of bonnets, Madam?'
She answered, 'Sir, do not press the matter. I am but young; you can
speak to my papa.' The consequences were, that they took an ice-cream,
and went up to the clouds in an air-balloon; and the amiable world said,
'Who would have believed it?'"
After reading all the papers, which caused much diversion, one of