“Look what Ann has made up,” cried Ruth. “I told you she was thinking of poetry.”
“How wonderful!” we said, for we saw whose writing it was. “Clever Ann! who will read it out?”
“I think Ann would like me to,” replied Ruth, who was glad to get this chance to read her own verses, “the poem is supposed to be about Ann’s young days when she and Timette were puppies.”
“How very interesting,” we remarked.
“Now I’ll begin,” said Ruth, with rather a red face, “it is supposed to be Timette speaking.”
“But why Timette?” we asked. “Why isn’t it Ann herself speaking?”
“Because she is a poet,” Ruth explained, “and poets always have to pretend to be some one else.”
Then she read these verses:—
“Two little Airedale pups are we,
Shaggy of coat and of gender ‘she.’