When she came back the children all looked and looked.
Who could she be?
She hadn't changed herself one bit, and she only stood still and looked at them.
"We are caught this time," laughed Miss Smith.
Just then a little girl in the back of the room jumped up and said: "Oh, see the curl in the middle of her forehead! I know who she is!
'There was a little girl,
And she had a little curl.
And it hung right down on her forehead.
When she was good
She was very good indeed;
But when she was bad she was horrid.'"
Tommy went out next, and when he came back he had a little toy pig under his arm.
"I can think of ever so many pigs in Mother Goose," said Alice. "Have you been to market, Tommy?"
"No, no," said Tommy, "I did not buy this good fat pig."
"I know who you are, and where you got your pig," laughed Jill.