"It IS" declared Rose, "but she keeps writing it all the time."
Just then Evangeline's round, white face again appeared above the hedge, and at that moment Aunt Rose came out on the porch.
"Come over here, Evangeline," she said kindly, "and meet our little guest."
"I'm not dressed up," said the voice behind the hedge, "but I've just made a poem, and I can read it from here!"
Without waiting to be urged, and in a thin, high-pitched voice, she read these lines, which she earnestly believed were beautiful:
"Oh, the sun is shining,
And the moon is near by;
I can't see the moon,
But it's in the sky—
Somewhere.
"I need no sun or moon;
I'll be a poet soon.
I write every day
Some kind of a lay—
Somewhere."
"What DOES she mean?" whispered Polly.
"I don't think it means ANYTHING, but she enjoys making up verses whether they mean anything or not," Rose whispered in reply.
Polly was anxious to see what the little girl looked like who felt that she was to be a poet, but Evangeline Longfellow Jenks did not intend to be seen in an ordinary frock.