"I know quite a lot." "Go ahead then," urged Dan, "and remember to give author and book." "Nursery verses and nursery rhymes haven't got any author," said Betty with a very superior air.
Dan was on the alert at once; he loved to torment Betty.
"No author! Oh! oh! what an appalling display of childish ignorance," he cried in pretended horror, "and after all the trouble I have taken with you too.

My dear child, don't you know that some one must have composed them or they wouldn't be--but there, I suppose little children can't be expected to understand these things." "But I do," cried Betty indignantly.

"You don't know all I know.
I know a great deal more than you think, though you may not think so." "Dear me! Do you really now ?" said Dan, pretending to be enormously impressed.

"What a genius we may have in the family without our ever suspecting it.

Tell us who wrote: "'And when they were dead, The robins so red Took strawberry leaves and over them spread,'" "What would be the good ?" said Betty, with a sigh as if of hopeless despair.