All the good that they could do,
They’d be missionaries, too.”
“Oh, it’s lovely!” exclaimed both little girls, as Cricket finished her very rapid recitation.
“Cricket! how could you make that all up?”
“Some parts of it were hard,” answered Cricket, modestly. “I couldn’t get the rhymes right at first, and I had to change it some. I wanted to say——
“The cannibal fell on his knees,
And said to him, ‘Forgive me, please,’
but I couldn’t think of another rhyme to match it.”
“Well, it’s beautiful,” said Eunice, drawing a long breath of admiration.
“Aren’t you rested now?” asked Cricket, jumping up. “Let’s dump some more stones over. Oh—oh! look at the brook!”