Presently Claudia came in waving a paper. “I did it!” she exclaimed, “with my little hatchet.”
“Did you hatch it?” inquired Pete. At which the other boys fell upon him.
“Here, here,” cried Miss Chesney, “no scrapping, boys.”
“We couldn’t stand it,” answered Chet, “really, Aunt Nan, we couldn’t.”
“If you can hatch a plot I don’t see why you couldn’t hatch a song,” said Pete as he smoothed down his rumpled hair.
“Don’t let’s argue that,” remarked Miss Chesney; “let’s have Claudia’s song. Out with it, Claudia.”
“You won’t have to listen long,” said Claudia, “for it is very short. It goes to a little boat song that I reckon you all know; that song ‘Lightly Row,’ you know. Any one who doesn’t know it can soon catch on. Here goes:
“Dye away! Dye away,
This is less of work than play.
Make them bright, dark or light,