How very readily one sees
That these are whose—but whose are these?
On Friday——
"Yes, it is, isn't it?" said Kanga, not waiting to hear what happened on Friday. "Just one more jump, Roo, dear, and then we really must be going."
Rabbit gave Pooh a hurrying-up sort of nudge.
"Talking of Poetry," said Pooh quickly, "have you ever noticed that tree right over there?"
"Where?" said Kanga. "Now, Roo——"