LITTLE MISS MUFFET.
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey;
When down came a spider,
And sat down beside her,
And frighten'd Miss Muffet away.
They set to work with even more ardour than the day before, for had they not been feasting on unaccustomed chocolate and dough nuts? And the dough nuts, judging from the reckless enthusiasm with which the two tunes were attacked and learnt, had got into their heads, which is not the usual place for dough nuts, and shows how beautifully light they must have been. Then they tried to act Miss Muffet, and quarrelled over the preliminaries just as grown up people do, each one wanting the best part for herself.
'I'se Miss Muffet!' shouted June, defiance in her eye.
'No, I!' cried May.
'No, I shall be Muffet,' said April, very quietly and firmly.
'Oh then I'se the spider,' said June.
'Yes, and I is Muffet,' said April quickly.
'But I? What is I, then?' asked May, aggrieved.
'Oh, you can be the—the curds and whey,' said June, always ready with brilliant suggestions.