Let me see now--" "Do let me say mine while you are finking.

Shall I ?" pleaded Tony eagerly.
"Little Robin Redbreast Perched upon a tree, Up went Pussy Cat And down went he.'" By the time he reached the end of the second verse he was almost breathless.

"I was afraid you would say it before me," he gasped as he concluded the last line; "that's why I hurried so." "Oh, I was trying to think of something much more--more, well, not so babyish; more like what Kitty said than what you and Dan said." "Perhaps you had better compose something yourself," said Dan, "and we will go on and light the fire and get the dinner ready while you are about it." "You needn't be in a bad temper," retorted Betty severely, "even if you couldn't make the donkey go." And Dan thought perhaps it might be wiser not to torment his younger sister any more..