Oh, do let's!' Alice was wriggling so with earnestness that Dicky thumped her to make her calm.
'We might do it, just for one day,' Oswald said, 'but it wouldn't be much--only a drop in the ocean compared with the enormous dryness of all the people in the whole world.

Still, every little helps, as the mermaid said when she cried into the sea.' 'I know a piece of poetry about that,' Denny said.
'Small things are best.
Care and unrest To wealth and rank are given, But little things On little wings-- do something or other, I forget what, but it means the same as Oswald was saying about the mermaid.' 'What are you going to call it ?' asked Noel, coming out of a dream.
'Call what ?' 'The Free Drinks game.' 'It's a horrid shame If the Free Drinks game Doesn't have a name.
You would be to blame If anyone came And--' 'Oh, shut up!' remarked Dicky.

'You've been making that rot up all the time we've been talking instead of listening properly.' Dicky hates poetry.

I don't mind it so very much myself, especially Macaulay's and Kipling's and Noel's.
'There was a lot more--"lame" and "dame" and "name" and "game" and things--and now I've forgotten it,' Noel said in gloom.
'Never mind,' Alice answered, 'it'll come back to you in the silent watches of the night; you see if it doesn't.

But really, Noel's right, it OUGHT to have a name.' 'Free Drinks Company.' 'Thirsty Travellers' Rest.' 'The Travellers' joy.' These names were suggested, but not cared for extra.
Then someone said--I think it was Oswald--'Why not "The House Beautiful" ?' 'It can't be a house, it must be in the road.