“Well,” said the shoe for the right foot, “baby’s mother says we never stop going until she takes us off at night. We notice that grown people sit down a great deal.”
“Well, well,” said the cobbler, “have your way.” So he waxed his thread and sewed a patch on each small sole.
WHAT O’CLOCK?
Mary and Anna Jane were playing in the fields. Suddenly Mary stopped and said, “I wonder what time it is. Mother said we should go home at four o’clock.”
A dandelion spoke up politely. “My head will tell you what o’clock it is,” said he. “Blow it off, and, as you blow, count.”
“You are very kind, sir,” said Anna Jane. Mary was too much astonished to speak.
Anna Jane blew once. “One o’clock,” said she.
“Go on,” cried the dandelion. “My head is at your service.”
Anna Jane went on blowing and counting. “Two o’clock, three o’clock, four o’clock.” The whole head was off.