"But that isn't the way," said the little girl. "You must count the petals!"
"Oh, is that so?" asked Puss. "I like my way just the same."
"So do I," said the little boy. "All four of us are pretty good chums already."
And the Good Gray Horse whinnied, as much as to say: "I'm a good friend. See what I'm doing—carrying you all so nicely on my big, broad back?"
"That settles it," said Puss. "My Good Gray Horse likes it that way."
"There's our house over there," cried the little girl. "We'd better get off here."
"All right," and Puss helped them down. "Good-by, good-by," and then the two children ran up the path to tell mother all about it.
LITTLE JENNY WREN
AS little Jenny Wren,
Was sitting by her shed
She waggled with her tail,
She nodded with her head.
She waggled with her tail
And nodded with her head,
As little Jennie Wren
Was sitting by her shed.