"Miss Marjorie Maynard will now favor us," was the next announcement.
"This is a poem I made up myself," said Midget, modestly, "and I think it's very nice:
"When Kitty goes to Grandma's
I hope she will be good;
And be a lady-girl and do
Exactly as she should.
'Cause when I go to Grandma's,
I act exceeding bad;
I track up 'Liza's nice clean floor,
And make her hopping mad!"
Marjorie's poem was applauded with cheers, as they all recognized its inherent truth.
"We next come to Miss Rosamond Maynard," King went on, "but as she has fallen asleep, I will ask that the audience kindly excuse her."
The audience kindly did so, and as it was getting near everybody's bedtime,—at least, for children,—the whole quartette was started bedward, and went away singing:
"Good-bye, Kitty, you're going to leave us now"—