That night, when everything was still, there crept from room to room,
Some one who gathered up each wish that caused such direful gloom,
And when old Sol arose next day, and scattered sunbeams down,
They fell upon—the name was changed—upon Contented Town!
[A LITTLE MATHEMATICIAN]
“Eight long furlongs I’ve gone to-day!”
With evident pride said Ethel May.
“Three hundred and twenty rods, you know,
Is what I’ve been,”—’twas brother Joe.