Our thoughts turn back
Along the track
Until, in our mind’s eye, we see
Our King Cole and his Sisters Three.
So to the girls and to the brother
We send much love,
Father and Mother.”
“That’s a nice one,” said Kitty, who loved the jingles. “Now I’ll read mine. Oh, no, it’s your turn first, Mops.”
“Mine’s from Mother. I guess she thinks I’m up to some mischief. She says:
“Marjorie, dear, dearie, derious,