"You wouldn't reckernize the name if I told you." "No, I don't expect I should," laughed Dan derisively.

"Not the way you would pronounce it, at least." "Stop teasing her, Dan," cried Kitty.

"We all of us have to think.
Let us take it in turns.

Now then, you begin." For a moment Dan looked somewhat taken aback, then memory came suddenly to him.
"'Who killed Cock Robin?
"I," said the Spar--'" "That is not right," said Betty; "you are not beginning at the beginning; you are missing out half." "Of course, as if I didn't know that," retorted Dan, but he looked rather foolish; "but we are only here for the day, after all, and I am not going to spend it all in saying nursery rhymes.

If we were going to stay a week it would be different." "That's all very well, but _I_ believe you don't know it," said Betty softly but decisively.
Whereupon Dan in great wrath burst forth,-- "'It was on a merry time When Jenny Wren was young,'" etc., etc.
When he had chanted three verses, they begged him to stop.