That tossed the dog, that worried the cat, that caught the rat that ate the corn that lay in the house that Jack built.
“GOOD-MORROW, SIR PRIEST! WILL YOU MARRY US TWO?”
A LITTLE GUESS-STORY.
“O mother, look up!—look up in the sky! away, ’wa—y up there! Oh! isn’t a kite a pretty sight? Now it only looks like a speck of something. I wonder where it comes from.”
“Yes, Nannie, I think it is a pretty sight; and no doubt the owner of it thinks so too. I wish we could see him. Let’s guess about him: what do you say to that? Let’s play we could follow the string down, down, down, away down behind yonder hill, till we come to the boy at the other end.”
“Oh, yes, mother! You guess about him, please.”
“I will try, Nannie. Ah, there he is! I’ve found the little fellow! He lies in the grass, flat on his back, paste on his hands, I think, and on his trousers too. The buttercups are thick about him,—bright yellow buttercups; but the dandelions are turning white.”
“Why do you shut up your eyes, mother?”