“Violets!” murmured Kitty; “and Cousin Charlie said they were no bluer than skimmed milk.”
“Have you seen the marigold
Glowing in the sunshine fair?
It is dim when you behold
Sunshine caught in Kitty’s hair.”
“And nurse keeps calling it a mop!” Kitty muttered with some indignation.
“Just like her,” grunted the naughty sprite. “But we are now with people who appreciate us.”
Kitty was so absorbed thinking of how little nurse and Cousin Charlie admired her that she missed the next verse, until it came to the last line, then she heard:
“This is Kitty’s dainty nose.”