"There was an old woman who lived in a shoe:
She had so many children she didn't know what to do;
To some she gave broth without any bread,"—
and Harry stopped to catch his breath, for the trotting was of the vigorous order.
"And a thrashing all round, and sent them to bed!"
finished Joe, thrusting his shaggy head in at the window after the fashion of a great Newfoundland dog.
Dot answered with a piteous cry,—a sort of prolonged wail, heart-rending indeed.
"Serve you right," said Joe, going through an imaginary performance with remarkably forcible gestures.
"For shame, Joe! You were little once yourself, and I dare say cried when you were sick. I always thought it very cruel, that, after being deprived of their supper, they should be"—