Why, the ground sunk in a sunken garden would raise crops enough to feed an army—and Lord knew how soon they might be needed.
And then she happened to think that reform, like charity should begin at home, and she decided to start in on Petticoat.
She did.
They were sitting in their home-like Tower of Jewels, and, a bit timidly, Warble said, “Let's pote quoetry to each other.”
Poor child, nervousness or emotion always made her reverse her initial letters.
“All right,” Petticoat returned, good naturedly, “you begin.”
Just what Warble wanted! Fate was always good to her.
“I will, because I hope to reform your tastes, dear, and teach you to see the beauty of simple beautiful poetry. Listen to this:
“Weep and the world weeps with you,
Laugh and you laugh alone—”