“My mamma went to a party last winter, and what do you think she ate?” asked Katie.
“What?” inquired May and Daisy.
“Frogs!” said Katie.
“Oh! oh! how awful!” cried May and Daisy—but all this time little Alice had said nothing.
“Once I saw an elephant,” said May in her turn. “It was in the menagerie. A little boy stuck a pin in his trunk, and he caught the boy up by his jacket, and shook him right out of it, and hurt him so! and he screamed like everything!”
“Oh, oh! how dreadful!” exclaimed Katie and Daisy, but little Alice said nothing—because she was not there! While the others had been lost in wonder over the stories, she had trotted off farther into the woods, clasping her dear Nancy in her arms, and softly singing this queer little song:
“By-lo-by, my darlin’ baby,
Baby,
Taby,
Faby,