'Well, babies?' said the mother, smiling at the three expectant faces.
'What does we do next, mummy?'
'Next? Why, I've got two more tunes for you.' And she pulled Mary and Miss Muffet out of her pocket.
'Oh that is nice!' cried May, jumping up and down on her stool.
'You's one pwecious mummy,' said June, with strong approval.
April gave her mother a look, as much as to say 'Didn't I know mummies could do everything?' But she had no idea of what it had been like, making those tunes in cold blood and broad daylight.
MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all of a row.