"Hearse," said the old grandfather gloomily.
Nancy laughed. "We go from bad to worse," she exclaimed, dimpling and blushing. "Wait a minute."
"And if I cage the birdlings...."
"What birdlings?" said Fräulein.
"Why, the words that I caught in the orchard," said Nancy hurriedly.
Everybody looked vague. "Why do you want to cage them?" asked Fräulein, who had a tidy mind.
"Because," said Nancy excitedly, making her reasons while she spoke, "words must not be allowed to fly about anyhow as they like—they must be caught, and shut in lines; they must be caged by the—by the——"
"The rhythm," suggested Edith.
"What is that?" said Nancy.
"The measure, the time, as in music."