“Yes, we must have a Temperance Day and all make a speech on drinking cold water,” said the fish.
“And dew,” said the violet.
“I have always drank water, and never anything else, and I think one could scarcely find an older or a healthier tree than I am,” said the elm.
“That is true,” said the fish.
“Cold water, cold water, cold water,” babbled the brook.
“Yes, we can all speak on Temperance Day; we will have a great platform meeting. That is what they call it at Chautauqua when a great many speak about one thing. I heard a man telling his little girl about it on the boat,” said the fish.
And the woodpecker wrote it down.
“What was that other you said?” asked a sharp little chipmunk.
“Missionary Day,” said the fish.
“And what is that?”