“I’ve started a stitch!” “Oh, never mind that,”
Answered his chum, jolly Archibald May,
“’Twill last as long as we want to play!”
“But grandmother says—” “Oh, bother such things!”
So soon, the ball was but leather and strings.
And grandmother’s stitches—yours and mine?
“A stitch in time, my dear, saves nine!”
[FOUR TO ONE]
“I’m sorry,” said Mary, “it’s rainy to-day;