"Why, it would be like acting our fairy story.

You are the Prince, and I will be the giant scissors and rescue you from the Ogre.

Now let me see if I can think of a rhyme for you to say whenever you need me." Joyce put her hands over her ears and began to mumble something that had no meaning whatever for Jules: "Ghost--post--roast--toast,--no that will never do; need--speed deed,--no! Help--yelp (I wish I could make him yelp),--friend--spend--lend,--that's it.

I shall try that." There was a long silence, during which Joyce whispered to herself with closed eyes.

"Now I've got it," she announced, triumphantly, "and it's every bit as good as Cousin Kate's: "Giant scissors, fearless friend, Hasten, pray, thy aid to lend.
"If you could just say that loud enough for me to hear I'd come rushing in and save you." Jules repeated the rhyme several times, until he was sure that he could remember it, and then Joyce stood up to go.
"Good-by, fearless friend," said Jules.