They had endless bouts of 'beggar-my-neighbour' together, that being the only game which La Teuse had ever been able to learn.
How could they have known that it was not beggar-my-neighbour?
In these she was a martinet, and would appropriate a fat pack at beggar-my-neighbour with infinite gusto.
On principle, Clare disliked losing, even at beggar-my-neighbour.
Blind each of one eye, they set to dealing their cards for beggar-my-neighbour.